Clues that you might have taken a wrong turn in Appalachia!

“I think, you know, coming from Texas with a 1,200-mile common border with Mexico,the idea of a wall is somewhat off-putting to a lot of people.”-Texas Senator John Cornyn *The TX Senate runoff is on Tuesday, May 26th, & Ken Paxton is running against Cornyn. Vote wisely.

I’ll be here next weekend doing autograph signings !! ☺️☺️☺️

BrokenAngyl Legos have many practical uses for the adult who thinks outside the box.

Seems like the thumbnail is broken- check the hyperlink for the tune that should be here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=orLiFq5v3E8

Hexxon Nixxon your blackened heart made me Sick

I see BrokenAngyl has attempted a post or two. Sorry about the inactivity. Here's a half-hearted attempt at redemption!

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

This ones for Obsolescence

https://youtu.be/JU_X3Ljz-U0?si=i1WF5keNf3GjS39b

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.

my 34
voices through people at me
break lights dance across windows in silence
leaving behind thoughts of broken glass
good morningstar ill be in last night all day
BoreDom wants to tie me up by my ankles and tie me down by my hands
her craving for my difficulty demands
first simplification
finding the wrong questions by dissecting the right answers
i cant do anything but laugh at the hopeless ignorance of it all

because its funny