A Baby Monkey

Can't write...

..so I'm posting pictures.

I'm feeling a little depressed. My back and my knees hurt. My dogs are old. The war. The ghetto.

And as usual, I can't sleep.

I drew my dream house for a friend the other day. He said, "Oh my. That looks like a fortress."

Leonard

I was born too late.

Sigh...

Spock in Black

My nizzle.

Look, ya'll...

Stop sweatin' me about 'Prodigal Soul'! And stop flooding my inbox! Comment here, please.

I love you my babies, my little monkies. I need to be alone, darlings. I promise you, I'll finish it soon.

Thank you all for Spock jonesing.

Give Me a Head With Hair...

Long beautiful hair... I really, really miss the hair.