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Finally, hwoof… Now I’m cleaning house like a skilled madwoman and culling my wardrobe ruthlessly for the coming naked Human Party.

I even found my warrior tank top-it’s been missing since last summer!

dang it, but at least my painting turned the corner tonight, even if my mood and whoremonal state is still the same obnoxious maelstrom…

It started to root, root, roots reaching down to shelter the couple-I’m all aquiver, it’s going to be so right.

I’d best go to bed now, or I might end up painting all night.

G’nite all!

Must be time for my Third Annual Nekkid Human Party!

‘cuz if I have to deal with yet another day of grouchyass, ungrateful, petulant, heartsore, unappeased, mewling, castigating, tiny mindedness I’m gonna start ripping the heads off hapless bunnies!

Grrsnort.

A new Gchat friend asked today why my status line said hamsterfish-she said it wasn’t a very pleasant image. It just popped into my head this morning. Just the thing, I guess, to describe the truculent, premenstrual, heart-achey state of my mind today, all caged and gnarly gnawing and floppy flailing. Home neither on land nor at sea.

An altogether preposterous creature.

Sometimes Edsons go a little crazy:

See the rest, if you dare, on Flickr.

These two are sisterkind… See our beautiful giggly night.

Not sure what my sleeping mind is trying to tell me, but night before last, it had me decapitate a ginormous snake-with my bare hands.

Phewph!

My sister sent me to get something from my room(present day house)… I started up the stairs only to find it completely blocked by an immense green/blue snake. It slithered down to the kitchen and proceeded to wrap itself around a small, naked toddler!

Eek! Well, I couldn’t just stand by and watch the little tyke become serpent food, and there was nothing weaponish about, so I just grabbed the boa by it’s neck and wrenched and twisted until it’s head(eventually, grotesquely) tore off-leaving a squishy pinkish strand just like in Pan’s labyrinth when the monster bit the fairies heads off.

Eeeuuugh.

What I’m s’posed to learn from this, I haven’t a clue. But if you ever need a snakes head ripped off, you know who to call.

I had a little paint left over from the corsett I’ve been working on, so I attacked my backpack.

My friend Diana commissioned this-she said fairies and vines.

Hope she likes it!