Living on borrowed time. Willy serenades the moon. Shoulder pad outgrowths and the anthropomorphism of lines caught in a cover-up. Frenemies criss-crossed. Figuration and abstraction ain’t at war no more. Cubes to the soul. Carried off on her stead, that Queen got her hoof on until the midnight notification pings. The road to the splendors of separation lead to spotting the existential self. Snatched, that mouse is on fire. A salaried man in Ray-Bans caught in a tinted downturn. Market waves. Slipped and Beheaded, a gesture broken-down to discrete parts. Valentine lips turn from a chiseled jaw. Deep set between the surreal search for the unconscious and quotidian proclivities caught on loop. Splendid licks, is desire hotter between paint carved gummy bears? Two Birds, Two Stones.