Please don’t feed the monkeys drugs.

The mirror settles the question.  ‘Is this all i am, a junky?

She forewarns with a piercing flood, pulling me down to the bed of Cassandra

Psychosis descended but like an angel

1996 ~

I imagined her having a form like that of a Romantic Avenging Angel imagining too that if the words she spoke to me were audible she would have spoken in beautiful mowtown tones. 

I think of her now as the lonely bride.

True babes, insatiable with need indifferent to cost.

[Rough idea for a painting]

Sketch of an artist confused with subject.

~ Must remember to laugh at myself more often.

Friendships departed..

sketches of friends..

Irriting but no less true, practice does make perfect (if you can get that far).  Experiencing and expressing joy is not exempt from this.

I once witnessed a man’s face contract horribly and devolve into that of a monkey (frozen in a look of terror and indignation) after having mixed up and injected Iron tablets mistaking them for pharmaceutical opiates.

Well one mans loss..