It’s incredible how timely this piece is with not just regards to being a creative, but also with holding on and persevering in the chaos…

I'm here, at home on Tai Ping Shan Street, looking out on to my little city below. My kitchen window invites and coerces me...

You know, sometimes I can't believe that this little fucker made it. Today, I celebrate my 57th birthday and I'm still amazed that.,.

"I hope to come back as a dog," he thought. As a condom, to serve people was what he was made to do, he knew that and accepted that.

Not all unicorns are the same, he thought. Sure, most Dreamers shared the same vision...big, white, winged horses, frolicking amongst rainb

Sometimes the little white sock just couldn’t fucking take it anymore. Oh sure, his owner was ok…and that was being incredibly gracious....

Dressed in his blue coveralls and neon vest, the man swept the leaves and debris up as quickly as it fell. The tree refused to cooperate…

Ok, so here it goes, I'm slightly obsessed with my washing machine. I know, I know, I admit, that sound's absurd, maybe even slightly...