The pair was stacked. Two hollow accordions sitting deflated, squat, and patient on the floor.
can you only have one sketch is that the deal
Where did my last sketch go
Even your Fairy God Mother can get hijacked by multiple streams of consciousness and quantum possibilities.
Someone asked me, why don't you defend yourself?
Everything starts here. All the beauty and the wretched stumbling. Yet there is nothing that lets love shine more brilliantly than the vulnerability of being alive.