motke:

Monday mornings were the worst. Most days, his shoes would house the occasional bell trapped in a plastic ball or maybe a spider family living inside the toe. Other days, it would open up portals into physics-defying worlds. He was getting used to the fact that his shoes weren’t normal or even plain.

On this morning, this Monday of Mondays, he watched as the tentacles squirmed and danced as if he were playing a small flute. The cat watched too, but he had other things on his mind. Like a nap.

He was always thinking of naps.

(It’s mOtke monday. Check your shoes.)

Taste this flavor. Bubba Cola has the warmth and flavor of a dying sun. Bubbles that soothe the soul and burn the haietial. The French call this Cola “Tar of the gods”

My 5min sketchbook of the things and people I meet.

Old Grape Barnahue - Fermented and demented Barnahue used to be a ring announcer for Don King. One time he didn’t get paid in dollars. He was paid with an “Honorarium” from the “Ring Girls”

Lick the Spoon he said. I did and now…excuse me.

motke:

A Thursday on a Saturday

As they stood in front of their uncomfortable curtains, more people began showing up in their house, bringing an odd assortment of implements and devices and machines that could make you go backwards and forwards in time.

He was unsure as to how he arrived at this place, at this time. He thought about distance and physics. He was afraid he had left the microwave on at his house.

(story by mOtke, who isn’t really a boxer, but plays one on photography.)

Ah my Photo album of when I was a child. Jack Rabbits and Red Skull the good ole days.

goodtimeforpie:

thedailywhat:

Ye Olde Star Wars Artwork of the Day: Greg Peltz follows up his Robert Mackenzie-inspired “Dapper Chewy” portrait with a companion piece to call his own: “Dapper Boba Fett.”

[gregpeltz.]

Allo you see I like the foosball! I think you see the chicken in the darkness. Tasty nickels are what I like at halftime.