The End of November.

I live a vacant life.
That people pass through,
like waves.

They always come and go
but I...
somehow always stay.

So I expect nothing from you,
Or anybody else.
You are just a wave.

down

"it is nice,
to have someone.
to talk to."

sometimes.

and then she said, "what?"
it hurt.
that was my last try.

Druggie Makeup

So this ended up being a cross between a dead girl and some strung-out opium addict look. It was fun.

The Search for Finding

and there she was
hard swinging
hard hitting
robo-buster-woman

fuck em all she screamed

wind in her face

so no one could hear

---

her blaspheme the world

she cut herself away

and couldn't believe

how close she let some get

Ape Man

Microwave's Favorite. Quick gesture drawing of a skull, vertebrae, and the scapula.

How Human...

Skull in ink and purple pencil.

How The West Was Won

A rose and a horse skull. Pretty sweet.

The Muse.

Absolute beauty.

The Mermaid of My Dreams.

Microwave challenged me with this one. I told him that I couldn't do anything from my imagination and he told me that I could... he was right.

Legs.

Male dancer's legs.