Love tale with drugs and such.

London 1900’s.

It’s two in the morning
I can’t go to bed
But I feel delirious
And yeah…

Sorry I haven’t been around much I have been busy…trying to draw two dark tower pictures, two slipknot pictures, a shadowpsychos album cover art sketch an my son started big boy school (lol) on monday and my daughter isn’t sleeping in the day…so I am basically falling asleep before finishing anything but man made pro plus! so hopefully i’ll finish something soon lol.

A short story about Coleridge, Kubla Kahn, opium, the visitor from Porlock and how it possibly might have been.

A poem I wrote a little over a month ago for this man who’s for some reason unknown to me, very unforgettable. (No worries fellow friends, I’ve never done any type of drug).

Pain free and in utter eutopia.

Dont get so high all the time.

About a figure of authority. Try to guess who it is.

The killing fields of war and opium.