The artwork presented here is but a tiny example of the wiggiest imaginings from within the Zoidly mind.
Absorb these images hence, n yet anon forsooth these thine bountiful horizons, proverbially spoken.
And if ye have yer inner workings still in tact after all these many millenia of gazing ever onward even into the bliss n abyss,
then speak these things of wonderous yet weary eyed fascination ~ pray, suffering us not the jade of your clover, be they saffrons or ultra maroon.
That is to say, these things having been said, say them yet again for but to hear yerself speak it yet anon.
And lest fortunes be found, down on the humble ground, crying for the mud ~ ye yet, yes, lift em up .......
