concrete jungle.

Back in New York. I don’t know if she has missed me at all, but I missed her. The sleepless nights. The laughter. The transparency. New York is a beautiful place, but she can’t love me, because of how many people love her so all of the efforts I make to please her are done in vain. I wish for once she would take notice.

art is everywhere.

art is everywhere.

Saw this while walking down the street and thought of my friend Wade. Thanks again for having us at that show a few months ago.

Thanks Wade

Thanks Wade

I wasn’t sure what to make of this, but I like the color.

the pink puppy goes "bark"
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