She Stood At The Window And Judged Us.  We Were Bringing Her Flowers.
Flowers From A Distant Planet.
On That Planet, They Eat Banana Nut Cheerios, Like Us.
Unlike Us, They Write Sentences Backwards, Taking The Most Interesting Parts First.

She Stood At The Window And Judged Us.  We Were Bringing Her Flowers.

Flowers From A Distant Planet.

On That Planet, They Eat Banana Nut Cheerios, Like Us.

Unlike Us, They Write Sentences Backwards, Taking The Most Interesting Parts First.

She Stood At The Window And Judged Us.  We Were Bringing Her Flowers.
Flowers From A Distant Planet.
On That Planet, They Eat Banana Nut Cheerios, Like Us.
Unlike Us, They Write Sentences Backwards, Taking The Most Interesting Parts First.

She Stood At The Window And Judged Us.  We Were Bringing Her Flowers.

Flowers From A Distant Planet.

On That Planet, They Eat Banana Nut Cheerios, Like Us.

Unlike Us, They Write Sentences Backwards, Taking The Most Interesting Parts First.

About:

The doodles, illustrations, & illuminations of writer Wythe Marschall—culled from countless brown Muji notebooks, cruelly manipulated in Photoshop, & hyperdigitally formatted for YOUR viewing pleasure.

My website:

chronolect.com

My florilegium, or collection of ill quotations:

florillegium

My Tumblelog of other people's visualizations of terror, horror, and gnostic madness:

Third Fear

Following:

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