(Keep Mouth Shut!)

Having just recovered
from a wasp attack, a
bumble bee threatened to
enter my mouth at an
outside cafe. I threatened
to make it the subject of
this picture and it flew away.

Stung!

I got stung 2day
after reading an
article about pain
and death. I thought
I would die, and
I wasn't ready.

Sick Palm

My Palm Pilot needs to go the
hospital tomorrow. I wore her
out.

Keep ur eye on the ball!

I have nothing 2
say 2day so I will
just practice.

Keep
ur
eye
on the
ball!

Minding the Highway

We drove down the
road of the rest of
lives. I just
tried 2 keep my eyes on
the pavement.

. . . freed from her suffering.

She leaned forward
into her book hoping
to be freed from her
suffering.

Fitting In

Some-
how
he'll
find a
way to
fit in.

Mais Oui

Mais Oui

Sometimes I draw & watch T.V.
Subtitles don't work.
But yes!

Nothing to Say

He had absol-
utely noth-
ing to say,
but still open-
ed his mouth
hoping something
clever would
pop out.

I Dream of Jeannie

I Dream of Jeannie.

. . . I left myself behind.

I was in so much of
a hurry I left
myself behind.

A New Party

Let's start a new party with just the right values and people.

Mr. McCain

He'd rather lose an election that see USA win a war. A true Patriot. God Save USA.
or
He rather lose an election that see USA lose a true patriot. A War. God Save US.
and any combination therewith.

Change Family

Change Family

Mom, I think, you know, if you
become vp we'll really
be a change family.

It's life's choice.

Hurricane Gustav

Hurricane Gustav

Q: Which book should I get?

Q: Which book should I get?
A: The one that tells the truth.

I used to write a poem . . .

I used to write a poem,
everyday.
I'd get up early
and look out at an oak tree
that wouldn't
give up its leaves.

The tree was waiting for spring,
like a woman hanging
onto a boyfriend or husband
until a better catch
came along.

Each day these leaves
would say something to me.
Each day, that is,
until I took a poetry
workshop with a famous poet.

I discovered that
cliches should not be
used, and each line
should end in an . . .
important word,
and (for G_d's sake)
certain subject matter,
like leaves, are passé.

I stopped writing poems,
right then, thinking that
there was only one
way to do it, and if
I wasn't obeying
the rules, I might
as well draw pictures . . .

. . . no votes are lost.

The old man picked a woman to be sure that no votes are lost.

5 minutes, she said.

Q: So how long will he be worshiped after he's elected?
A: 5 minutes, she said.

. . . her mouth open.

She was very old & read with her mouth open. I wonder what she took so motionlessly.

Vote for Me!

Vote for me. I'm much better than the other guy. Really!

He yawned big time . . .

He yawned big time as he read the NEWS.

Mrs. Clean

Mrs. Clean

He Picked a Man . . .

He Picked a MAN with experience to be his running mate.

Bio-dog pig for food.

Is the butcher a killer of man's best friend?

Bio-dog pig for food.

Homosapien To Be

Not in our lifetime.

Survival of the fittest.

Darwin reigns.

I tried to construct a possible evolutionary possibility for the homosapien.

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Future Ms. World

An accurate rendition of a future Ms. World.

It's a Drawing!

The model took what one guy thought was a great pose. "It's a drawing," he exclaimed.

Unconscious

Van Gogh's right brain . . .

Just came back from a fascinating lecture by Allan Schore (http://www.allanschore.com/). Erroneously, he believed that Van Gogh made a mirror image of a self-portrait. I think VG was smarter than that. Other than that, he verified with brain studies much of what the Buddha knew, including that the mind is a vital sensory organ.

They Liked to do Different Things

Sabbath

Intertwined

There is Nothing to It

. . . but he kept dry.

Austin Music Rocks

Austin Music Rocks

Who's the Pig (once again)?

Who's the Pig?

Spots

Anything?

Ps in a Pod

Noisely

Anniversary

Rationalize

Tattoo Convention

I wasn't feeling so great . . .

I was so lost . . .

I Don't Know!

8 Hours of Sleep

It is never the right time . . .

Another Illusion: Time