When birds lie down

I come to you today, feeling empty. There are no more excuses. Today I witnessed a blackbird lying down in the grass like a cat. I had seen the pigeons do this a month ago, but I thought little of it. Perhaps they had become domesticated, since they had fallen out of their nest andContinue reading “When birds lie down”

Johnny B.

He not busy being born, is busy dying.

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Emotion Doodles

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