30" x 40" oil on canvas

HATH BEING CONCEIVED UPON THY BANKS OF THAT RIVER TO WHICH I AM FORBIDDEN TO REVEAL THY NAME FOR KNOWLEDGE OF CONJURING DEMONS UNTO THEE DOTH STRIKETH FEAR INTO HEARTS UNSUBSTANTIATED BY NEGATIVE POLARITIES.

OUR JOURNEY THERE DELIVERETH THY FELLOW MEN, YET I STAYED AT THAT CROSSROAD AS AN ALBATROSS, SLEEPING WITH ONE EYE OPEN, A SPECTATOR OF HE WHO DRIVEN ASUNDER IN THE BLACK DRUNKENNESS OF A WARM STARRY SOUP OF DEATH.

AS THE MARSHMALLOWS BURNED YELLOW AND BLUE YIELDING THAT SKIN BLACK AS THE KNIGHT ON THOSE COLD STEEL TRACKS WHOM STOPS FOR NO ONE.

THAT AUTOMOBILE HAVING BROKEN RULES SET FOR ORDERS UNDECLARED, TAKING IT UPON HERSELF, BEGAT A DAUGHTER WORTHY OF THE MAD ENGINEERS HAND.

THEIR LOVE IS JUST A WORD TO ME.

THAT WHICH I HATH NEVER UNDERSTOOD, I UNDERSTAND BEST.

ON THE WAY HOME, MY FELLOW MEN DROVE BACK WHENCE THEY CAME, THUS AIDING ME REENTRY TO MY IMAGINARY SOLID WORLD INSIDE OUR AUTOMOBILE AND HITHER TO OUR SHELTER.