TABLE MADE FROM A DEAD DOG
I’ve been going through boxes in the crawl spaces at Pineapple Hill. Some of them haven’t been opened in decades and so are like time capsules from the 1980s.
I’ve always thought doodling good for the letting the brain run free without a leash.
Maybe not a good idea to share where the brain goes…
…for instance, a table made from a dead dog.