in the open field he stands alone; he is a grey man

a honey pot enjoys the sun as it things of sugar

a man, his head is too big and his eyes are full of sorrow. his body is so v small and his limbs are so v long. he dances to ease the pain

straight up starbucks. might be some cows, might be some tables

a horse or a donkey, either or

a nude, muscley man rides the waves

the blue orb is appeased for once

a treehugger marries a branch

angry man with long blond beard yells at computer

Sunglasses are the only thing keeping me sane in this orange abyss