11.10.2011

Day Three Hundred Forty

Well, with an extra 30 minutes before work today, I threw on the B-side of Led Zeppelin II and pulled out an old painting that I hadn't touched in months. 
Kind of tried to patch it up a bit after a Jackson Pollock-inspired disaster. 


Who knows. It still needs work, that's for sure. 
 
lights pl. n. The lungs, especially of a slaughtered animal.

I had to read this definition two or three times...
proceeded to make a face at my dictionary...and then run for a pen.
Please don't judge the seriously messed up ribs here....
 I can feel you judging them. 
Just shut up.

xx
r

No comments:

Post a Comment