He kept an eye on himself. The sky kept an eye on him. Trust was in short supply.

He kept an eye on himself. The sky kept an eye on him. Trust was in short supply.
One was Weird. One was Wonderful. One was Random. Yet even their mother had trouble remembering which was which.
The masks were no longer a comfort.
Nobody knew what they were waiting for. Nobody wanted to ask.
#SystematicConfusion #TheArtEclectic #Surrealism #Unsettling
Those that believed in Cob rose. Those that didn't were condemned to eternal popping.
He was full of love. It had become a containment issue.
The rest of the meal didn't agree with the cauliflower.
Anger is the root of all architecture.
Angles, I mean angles.
If you don't eat your broccoli, it will eat you.
The greater the ignorance, the greater the love.