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Sunday, May 24, 2009

Bullethead.

Looks like that hurts, fellah.



...maybe you should consider letting all that stuff go?

Just a thought.

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Incoming....

Some days you're the artillery. Other days you're the one getting shelled.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

BLAMMO.

Here's another. Man I love those Pigma Micron pens.

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Too Much Silence.

It's way past time for some art.



You break a limb, you get it fixed. Then comes the physical therapy, getting the soggy muscles to behave as they should. The analogy for a mental injury is proportionate (if a little less concrete, most of the time). So dig. The deeper you dig, the more thoroughly you face the injuries, the greater the likelihood you'll come out the other end in much better shape.

I know venting has an allure of its own. Self-analysis can become self-indulgence. Part of the virtue of the journey is learning how to tell the two apart.

We get to choose more than we sometimes are willing to admit.