Who Do You Love The Most?

Little Piggy

Self-Perception

And hey there, little sexy pig, you mated with a man...

And now you've got a little kid with hooves instead of hands

an excerpt

This is the poem of the air,

Slowly in silent syllables recorded;

This is the secret of despair,

Long in its cloudy bosom hoarded,

Now whispered and revealed

To wood and field...

-Longfellow

Do you remember when I drew this photo?

A Visual Stream Of Consciousness