deborah ann wilshier
And suddenly he found himself feeling unusually groovy on a rather strange day…
We crawled under creek canals and ran our fingers against the slimy steel ribs. Shortly after we passed the library on 22nd and Jasper you placed your grief in a plastic Rambo lunch box and tossed it into the free way. We sat with Mr. Montgomery on that washy park bench and shared our doubts about the congregation.
I’m working on some t-shirts designs for a super awesome Japanese Psychedelic band “Kikagaku Moyo”
I found some supplies around the house to make a light table. I’ll keep you posted on the animation process.
I’m going to post some pictures of the place I call home today.
Howdy friends! So I’m going to be moving out of my little cabin here pretty soon and I’ll be getting rid of a lot of stuff. I still have tons of these cassette tapes of my self titled record that tiny amp records released. I’d love to just send them out. If you want one give me your address and it’s yours. If you feel like paying for postage that’s great if not then no big deal. I just don’t want to hang on to these anymore.