mumbling to myself outloud, in public. at times it is embarrassing, but it is as it is. I know you're expecting art!
It is here, but interwoven / embedded with cyber residue of life.
Saturday, November 10, 2012
playing in the morning remnant
why? don't know.
ha. and then there is why would I bite into the fruit of a plant of only guessed origin. ends up these are not sweet peppers. mouth on fire. ouchy. welp apparently I've planted a jalapeño bush at the edge of my deck. :) good thing it wasn't a poisonous fruit.