CONETALK

Imagine if instead of fingertips, I had baby heads that were all different nationalities with different hair colors & they were constantly hungry? how i would feed them is I would crush up a bag of dorritos in a napkin, and lay my hand face down in it so they could eat.

Crystalline moon vag China puts oceans on the moon, and subsequently is first to discover fossilized dinosaur bones in the shape of a sad emoji with legs.

Ocean & lunar born mouth and teeth: Indressico; Scorcopio Rising; The Stellar Fang; Maas Incante; Gizan; The Four Seekers

A portrait of the artist as a limp schlong

Grown men crying into their ice cream sandwiches

Northern hemorrhoid wastelands

When were you who you were before you tried to develop who you aren't into a new mold of who you think I want you to be to me; the fact is who you are is a construct of who you want to be seen as, when in reality who you are seen as is only a fraction of who you are and who I think you are and who you think I think you are to me.

Sometimes you cause my percept to dance around with the feeling that I don't care about you and my head keeps circling around until sometimes I am looking through you and at myself, with the question of who I am to you, and it continues circling around looking at both of us until suddenly I stumble upon a full personal eclipse in which you are no longer in my vision at all, and all I can see is the back of my own head and this allows for a whole new way of looking at the way I think about myself.

Life cage

Stained glass pantyhose

The Holy Order of Who Gives a Shit

Why is it that, the way I look at it when I contemplate what you must think of me, the first thing that comes to mind is where would I be if I didn't have to look through your eyes like looking back at myself through a warped and dirty mirror, and instead you never existed. Or even better you are found dead in a storm drain this upcoming valentines day.

Why am I who you want to be when who I was used to be who you are?