Translation: Little Lion of mine, how time flies; how the Sun races through the sky. How the Serpent encircles me, its hiss the ominous thunder of the coming storm.
Oh Little Lion of mine! How time flies; how nothing gets better, only gets worse. The sky cries tears of red, and the Sun laments the adolescent blood spilt by the Loudmouth.
"Shoes"
4"x4"
Sharpie Markers
A set 4"x4" Illustrations, each a play on the idea of shoes.