Beginning .

Initial doodle.

Skeleton Wellington, thank you.

What is there to say about this? Using markers for splotch art is bound to become my new endeavor, hell, maybe I will save myself some money and invest in some actual paint.

Observations of Little Mister

 
He lies where I place my head, leaving obscure hair and smells to collect within my own. And although his name is Destro, I am sure he is someone else in his mind.
He is more comfortable around, more relaxed. Quirks and slight behavior altercations become apparent. In his own way, he is becoming, such an individual that he is no longer a dog. Just Destro.

My Dear Perspicacious Dear...

...the knife in my back          | Much to my displeasure
Frustration --> chagrin          | you are the k.m.b.
   Impatience                        | which does not kill

But cripples so completely it might as well
    be death
to my senses how overeverything you become.

Confused Bible reference

For the time being, a camera works as well as a scanner would.

For the math geeks.

Love/Hate is an unfair calculation because with zero love, how can you hate in the equation? The frustration is causing a deviation in my mental visualization of the person I want to destroy.

I Want Long Hair I Want Short I Want Nothing and Both

To feel your whispers down my spine

Where have you placed my mind?

A sneaky beast, you snuck inside

Ripped it out and called it 'mine'

My thoughts are moody, dark and broody

Complex, winding, anger inside me

Where, oh where, is my mind?