poem: on windy days it’s raining pain on windy days it’s raining painbroken glass from flat champagneeggs as mortars, broken eggseye are peeledbut still no Legs
sketch: too much to do so here’s an octopus crude mono sketch of an octopus with only four rendered arms and a beak
sketch: there’s this other part of my brain crude mono sketch of a squat, grumpy creature with many legs glaring at you