Twisten chout

Gnarled finger grabs do the roof balance proper. One day I'll get sky volts or vacuum-tubed for being the idiot with his mobile, trying to capture the dorothea rapt hands and octopod inky black sworlings. Bah! No exit, they say. Only sorties and tunnels within. Still, a grating kernal for the digit realm. Good sky, big sky, eating pines and blowing the maple sideleaf up.






(eyes used for tooth support)