the fat badllad

the first ballad is someone sitting starting in space

tangled ~

feet dangling ~

I am not

(some come like honey ~this painting was hard to do - others are like honey, sweet and easy.) (like your voice?
a voice as thin_____________think as weak water.
or cool as ice
or hot as sunlight bouncing off the pane
of the sea roaring by her window ~ glinting ~

a taste of honey ~ what kind of honey? rich and yellow gold buttery thick the paint for your eyes eyes finger szzzzzzzzzzzzz sticking out, layer'd thick then as that one yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrsssssssssss a thick dance ~