a ghost in a blobscape.

womb cave conversion.

glorious fall light.

escape from the hospital, man.

dragging a cosmic flesh turd through space and time.

nice place for pet walking.

a flaccid blob coming in for a landing.

they keep coming back.

an organic form uprising.

exercise has devolved from a 12 mile bike ride to a walk around the block to a walk to the corner and now two laps around the dining room table.

idea for a non-portable version.

tree eating flesh blob near lodi, wisc.

duchamp redraw #4 on a funkily bordered early 1900s postcard.

cars give birth.

goth at uwplattville in the 70s.

kind of an iffy neighborhood to be sunbaking in.

sometimes a misguided womb-cave maker will get into a whole "for god and country" trip.

this womb-cave has a corporate sponsor.

she-boy-gan spirit near yacht club.

these folks were happy to find a hidden womb-cave while paddling under a power line.

a womb-cave with doorway distention.

we can all get a little more native.

a floating teardrop womb-cave for ducks who want to learn more about themselves.

inside the womb-cave the dead speak an eternal language.

native indian blob love.

leaving a womb-cave in a zombie-like state.

buoy.

extra blotchy flying blob.

dynamint organic approved mint udder balm.

red dress in a green void.

it's good to have friends come to the rescue when this kind of crap comes down.