sorry about the rerun, but my pen won’t ink; my toilet won’t flush; my love life has hit a wall.
seems i am clogged all around.
i need to clear my head. my heart. my thoughts. my feelings.
my pen & my toilet.
but i think things are turning around. i hope to have new pages soon. or at least a less violent doodle or two. an idea. an inspiration. something.
thank you to those of you who are still with me.
moses jones: apocalyptic mama 