31 thoughts on “Stuck

    • Ugh. Sorry neighbors. We can make a song out of it:

      [Verse]
      Plastic bags and beer cans litter my place
      From my sorry neighbors who are simple and base
      What am I to do with all their detestable waste?
      Can someone please fly me to the moon?

      [Chorus]
      While I can’t make art, I can give them bottled farts. The problem is they might like them!
      While I can’t make art, I can give them bottled farts. The problem is they might like them!

      Thanks, Teagan.

    • The first photo is a tumbleweed. The leaf took a tumble into the tumbleweed. Speaking of tumbleweeds, Jake likes to lift his leg on tumbleweeds. It seems a bit dogomasochistic to me. I keep telling him he will get stickers on his peeshooter, but he doesn’t listen. Thanks, Resa.

  1. Stuck or possibly captured in the warm embrace of another longing for a long goodbye and a gentle autumn kiss..eh, you are right, just stuck.

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