There will be blood.
Of dance and squishing bodies
Storyboarding my everyday life.
It’s a giant butt.
Newmon’s possibly one of the shyest writer there is. And we all love shy people, don’t we?
A visual play on this essential word…
I thought you’d like to know what I was up to, 14:45 this afternoon.
I was slightly playful, at worse.
Continue reading “Wonderslug’s Tina’s shrine”
Meet the borrower
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Did I ever mention my love for planes?
Continue reading “Foreplane”
My little tomato’s gone. My little tomato’s not gone.
There, inside, is this inneffable story of the both us, colliding, creating, destroying like two kids stumbling upon a particularly fun toy and never getting enough of the play. The fact that he’s been subjected to destruction 100% more than me doesn’t change this fact :
He now lives inside this huge and unfathomable being he crashed into. Me.
Size people, friends, here are some graphic memories of the terrific storm.
It’s a quiet day, and this book’s real good!
I just… It’s touching how they manage to put so much heart into these stories, thinking they’ll never get to experience the real thing…