I'm Covered With, Microscopic Bacterium

I cannot speak persay.

When my mouth opens, some amorphous croak flaps past my lips, resembling language in the same way vomiting does. In fact, the auditory vomit I produce also feels the same as the real thing.

My throat has been liberally ground with sandpaper, or at least, so it feels.

So I'm really sick.

Hurray.

It's A Wonderful World

Best part of the global village.

The Best Ending Ever.

Political Truths Unveiled!

Cars!





Thank God for heroes.

You're All I Need, You're All I Need

Doing a new project for Visual Communications. Got a month and a half.

Goal:

A poster visually representing motion.

What motion did Mike pick?

Movement of the Spirit.



A poster visually representing the journey of the Soul.

I am in no way ambitious.