When you observe inscrutable beings through a dream wash of emerald doing something subconscious...it's time to go buy much beer and think about marionettes whispering in an empty room.
Copyright by artist Jane Snell (Scattered Light) |
This is where my thoughts pool as a reservoir of miscellany and peculiarity. It's actually not my brain that's dripping -- it's my soul that's leaking. It's really no big deal.
Copyright by artist Jane Snell (Scattered Light) |
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