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Putting winter behind me now.

Here the little human works some powerful magic on the coarse stuff of the earth. You can see how the world has changed in the course of a few months, and also some photos of the mural as it stands on 20th ad Morisson at Modo. The scary part is a painting of a water baby, as described on the bulletin board at bagby.

More evidence of life on earth.

This is what life looks like, it looks like pretty good times. We have the little man eating pickles at Wolf and Bears while we wait for dinner. Sister looks chilled out and hungry.

Here you have a little naked human at the hot springs, well built little feller.

Here he is pictured snuggling Momma in the sun rays. And here pictured getting pushed around on his little bike at speeds greater than 2 knots.

01 things i like by jacob wooton

01 things i like  by  jacob wooton

gleaning in the basement...

These are the crappiest photos I could take of whats left in the basement after a year without painting...

So we returned to RICHARTS Today. He was nowhere to be seen. It is an amazing thing. I think he is one of the best humans on the planet. Veda thought the people on shell beach reminded her of Uncle Jerry, who is not a real uncle but a person on a music album for cult members. We are home now and our dog is still alive and stinking. The last picture is e and my son at the swifts this summer....

Halloweens ago.

years ago we wen't to Richarts in Centralia, WA. I used to think about him more than i do now. One time we went and my friend Carie Demming said he had imagined his wife. Thats how I feel some times.(see previous post) One time I went and his grand kids were playing drums inside while he finished breakfast and gave us a look around with a napkin in his shirt. I havn't Seen the documentary, because i dont wan't to be a groupie. I just really like him. One time i rode my bike to portland and really wanted to meet Rich on the way because he said he did the STP (seattle to Portland) every year, then when i rode into town and talked to him i realised he meant that he just made a bike helmet and rode around town for the event. Not that his interpretation was any less grand, i just thought we would ride into Portland together and chat a lot on the way.

Things that have passed. Thats how I would have called its name.

Your so called love is not as true as this. Sure, I'm glad you are happy but, my love would wear a robot suit for me. to fulfill my fantasy. I have dream to having a lover who can float around in space and with a jet pack and has...golly gosh...nice look to those legs.

whats wrong?

Chris Broomellio was a good guy. He hung out with me at Scooters and watched the jello shots happen. even though he was afraid to party. too bad. I miss him.
I painted this juice cart and then it went out of business. Do you want something painted?
This mouse was dead when i took this picture. I just posed his tiny corpse in the tree hole and made it look natural. Like all good centerfold captains.
Jean likes candy. I miss him too.