Got through another crazy week it was SO busy today and all week just non stop. Got though ok though and am looking forward to spending time with the folks later tommarrow for dinner,still making music although nothing new on my Bandcamp yet,excited for my next concert to attend very much soon....

stop sexualizing Sydney Sweeney’s massive honker bonker bandonkers…..😉

For the record: Sending your husband out of the house, keeping him on the phone so you know exactly how much time you have, taking your children to the basement, and strangling them is not postpartum. That is not mental health. That is calculated, premeditated murder with criminal intent.

Best band names ever...

I have to address the situation. Obviously Lindsay Clancy is innocent. It doesn't matter if she admitted it and almost the evidence points to her guilt. It was obviously her husband who was away from home. He possessed her body with sorcery against her consent and killed their kids. Therefore he is a rapist murderer. Justice for Lindsey!! Justice for Lindsay! I will go on a hunger strike and refuse to have sex until she is freed!!

👍 Democrats are set to win big in the midterms and '28, because of The Trump team decision to abandon those voters who put him in office.


But hey, at least Trump was made to look like a useful idiot for Israel!

My husband...love him always <3

https://www.facebook.com/share/r/1HJ36Vh69p/

This piece feels like a portal between decay and creation — death not as an ending, but as a doorway.

A fractured skull floats in the cosmos, crowned by a cracked, burning clock — time splitting open at the mind. From the hollowed jaw emerges a living island: red-capped mushrooms, moss, trees, and dripping earth suspended in space. It’s as if consciousness itself has broken apart, revealing that something wild and fertile grows inside what once seemed empty.

The contrast between bone and bloom, void and forest, collapse and rebirth speaks to cycles — the way endings compost into beginnings. Even in darkness, even in fracture, life insists.

Set inside an aged frame against weathered wood and cobwebs, the piece feels like an artifact discovered in an abandoned place… a relic of memory, time, and transformation.

A meditation on mortality.
A dreamscape of regeneration.
A skull dreaming of forests.

One hellacious 80's thrash metal band...check. One cheesy ridiculous 80's album cover...that's a big check.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yut2c_7LMvg