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The roads must go somewhere...OR...not at all -

There's a secret something or other AND that's when the door is locked. Wow and go figure -

Poor guy got himself suckered by a dollar sign. Flew too close and was burned severely. Yikes -

and/or cold as cold can be -

needed now more than ever -

Yeah, art! -

I am a poor wayfaring stranger traveling through this world of war there's loads of sickness toil and danger with no place anywhere to lay my head...

from back in the day, it's a daguerreotypical image of pissed off turtle. we don't know why turtle is pissed off but, it's obvious that the turtle is pissed about something -

this should upset the spooky boys no end. I love the street art -

they only come out at night -

murals from abject nowhere -

Bones bones them bones are everywhere -

Or some such codswallop. Codswallop is British for nonsense. Yup -

Street art from the urban masters -

the words on a wall are witnessed by the subway crowd -

Bones and stuff like that there -

Fancy artsy wordy crap for today's entry into the cyberworld of graphic graphery. OR whatever -

So we should all just get over it -

toss your crap wherever...

Holes in signs, windows, cars, and of course...people.

Don't even think about sitting on that couch!

OR possibly it's stenciled OR then again...

Short answer would be...anyone that might be in the mood. Or mode. Or whatever.

OR when peeping toms get more than they'd anticipated...

it's a peep hole. Get it? Okay, that's a sadly crappy joke. However, look through the hole and see something...wonderful!

for a sadly regressive world -

slap a piece here then glue a piece there and then nail a piece a way over there and...PRESTO! -

So if you can't be with the one you love, well, love someone surreal. OR simply love yourself. You know, like that girl what starred in the Harry Potter flicks? Hermione or whomever. Hmmm...wouldn't that be called narcissism? I'm just asking...

I had me a birthday about three weeks back. The birthday was one of those milestones that one mostly never thinks about. Talk about a milestone. I never in my wildest dreams figured I'd hit 70. Yup, seventy freaking years old. I am now and officially an old fart. Don't get me wrong, I truly appreciate making it this far. There were times when advancing in age seemed a remote if not impossible journey. However and in spite of much personal stupidity, I made it. Being an old fart gives one a different perspective on life, the universe, and everything. Things like worrying about war. War gonna happen and there's not too very much the just ordinary and out of the loop folk can do. Go ahead and protest, the warmongers and dumbass politicians are NOT listening. No they are not. You see, the warmongers and dumbass politicians make a boat load of money off of war. Yes they do. Simple and regular folk along with the sorry chumps that volunteer for war don't make any money off...

One last thought for the day - in these our dark days of Trump and his little trumplicans, remember the motto " Arbeit macht frei!" Slave away mine comrades and/or whomever. Ha ha ha ha ha ha and HAH!

Back to the past AS, it's time to get back to the now. Which of course, requires heading back to the past. Get it? If not, that's just fine. I needed a place to post my graphics and stuff and after much searching, the passing of time, healing from some serious medical issues, and here I stand. Well, maybe sit. So for now, that's about all. HOWEVER, there'll be new artistry posted jist about every dang day. :}