incorporated

urban pan-fluter player

neuron

guitar synth

alien invasion (we are the world)

a little table i made out of scraps for our bonsai tree...

a table i made out of scraps...

the pipe dream of the ever-elusive exclusivity

for not having walked on water

sing! sing! when you're losing.

say! what? ...your Heart's learned-choosing.

the good of no-good & the tasteless taste for honest musings.

...it's so confusing: sweet novelty.

you're free to speak your mind: just follow the dotted line.

my opinion's been stole.

thus spoke the latest poll.

i send for whom the bell tolls...

o Misfit i want your candy skull.

our little Gracelyn Joyce Treadwell

...or "gracie"

ode