pets

 the african pygmy hedgehog

one for me

 the miniature pig

one for carolyn

the fennec fox

and one for claire and jesse

hey-o

it's all in the family

umm

I think me and john are absolute twinners

I look more like him than I look like any of my sisters

I didn't ever realize this until oceane pointed it out

I was wondering why this picture looked so deja vu ...

self portrait

this is the self-portrait I mentioned earlier. again, it probably looks not much like me, but I don't care. here's the original, and then I'm having some fun messing around with it digitally. when I get something interesting pulled together, I'll put it up.

7h30ish

 

listening to andy sing

scrambling for a sketch

no better way to pass an evening

guess what?

You've been acting awful tough lately
Smoking a lot of cigarettes lately
But inside, you're just a little baby
It's okay to say you've got a weak spot
You don't always have to be on top
Better to be hated than love, love, loved for what you're not

You're vulnerable, you're vulnerable
You are not a robot
You're loveable, so loveable
But you're just troubled

Guess what? I'm not a robot, a robot
Guess what? I'm not a robot, a robot

You've been hanging with the unloved kids
Who you never really liked and you never trusted
But you are so magnetic, you pick up all the pins
Never committing to anything
You don't pick up the phone when it ring, ring, rings
Don't be so pathetic, just open up and sing

I'm vulnerable, I'm vulnerable
I am not a robot
You're loveable, so loveable
But you're just troubled

Guess what? I'm not a robot, a robot
Guess what? I'm not a robot, a robot

Can you teach me how to feel real?
Can you turn my power on?
Well, let the drum beat drop

Guess what? I'm not a robot
Guess what? I'm not a robot

Guess what? I'm not a robot, a robot
Guess what? I'm not a robot, a robot
Guess what? I'm not a robot, a robot
Guess what? I'm not a robot, a robot

(art by me,

lyrics by marina and the diamonds)

not a love poem - oct 27th

this is not a love poem.

this is a poem about cheesecake

an itty-bitty one with a strawberry on top

that I placed very carefully

in your fridge

like that grape juice I got you

that one time.

this is a poem about meaningless movies

that we sat through together

bubbles of anxiety

pretending we weren't guessing

what the other was thinking

every other minute.

this is a poem about monopoly

and speedy-quick die rolls

that saved me

and my railroad conglomerate

from brutal taxation

once upon a party.

this is a poem about salad

and how much of it you ate

incredulous

at my little plate

plenty for my nervous little stomach

that day.

this is a poem about poems

that I wrote and sent

and you absorbed in all their

sweet and delicate

heart-soul glory

every now and then.

this is a poem about me and you.

but it is not a love poem.

no. it is not.

thanks, leo