This is a series composed of art and what I call micro-verse. I attempt to augment the art through words written spontaneously to match that art. Micro-verse is meant to take you to a deeper place of meaning within the art. If the images and words offensive, just remember that not all art is meant to be cute. Some is meant to make you think and sometimes to even take offense.
Bird was her only companion
The ghost never came close enough to talk
She moaned occasionally, but only at night
The strange nude fellow by the tree could only clack his teeth
And masturbate
He wasn’t any fun
So it was her and bird and the dripping forest moisture
How could an evil doll do her job?
Sometimes it just didn’t pay to be frightening
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