Sometimes before or during a migraine, creative mojo hits hard.

Sometimes before or during a migraine, creative mojo hits hard.

This muse won’t be ignored, much like Glenn Close, and since I have cats, not a rabbit, and I don’t want them boiled, this is the result.

Belated, but still with the fully intended best wishes for my favorite metal viking, the bad ass master of darkness and feels, Darryl Mouzone.

Happy birthday, Dude.

Rock on.

Darryl Mouzone​

Migraine.

Migraine.

Currently offering 40 American dollars and a case of craft beer to anyone who will Dremel a nice trepan into my skull to release the pain demon.

Got the tools, need help.

Fins don’t reach.

No prior medical training necessary; I know how to do this from internets.

*strong friend to hold me down during procedure a plus.

#trepanningistheanswer

Ode to a psycho chikken:

Ode to a psycho chikken:

Your reptile stare,

that feathered bod,

when we got you,

I thought you odd.

Poison green,

with razor beak,

Russian she-assassin,

you were a freak.

I fed you, watered you,

and gave you treats,

You hated only me,

shark caretaker sweet.

Bitchy, loud, Houdini escape keet,

sometimes bloodied, I’d quickly retreat.

Apex predators celebrate the bold,

parakeet of violence your tale is told.

Psycho chikken, your death bell is rung,

death has silenced your vicious tongue.

I’ll miss your diva attitude and violent attacks upon my fins.

You hated me with style and commitment.

R.I.P Zero Dark Birdie...

Peterina, the most angry of creatures.