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Howdy Neighbor, Have Some Homemade Candy! acrylic on canvas board, 16"x20", 2022

E.T. and Tara like you, yes they do! They've just moved in next door and can't wait to get to know you better!

"How do you like the new paint job on our house? Don't let THE BODY OF BELONGING make you nervous, it won't leave our front yard. Want some homemade Red Devil Xans? We synthesized them ourselves!"

His proximity had begun to grate upon me. His large blue eyes were almost childish, but they clearly harboured troublesome appetites. He also had a habit of pointing with his massive, bulbous index finger to emphasize almost every single point he made. I'd known that his kind possess a potent healing ability related to their hands. But his luminous finger tip was a tantalizing phantasm of greed, innanity and perfect disorder. That bag of illegal, counterfeit Xanax portended nothing but trouble. Even through the crumpled, worn out plastic bag, the pills seemed positively to glow with malignant intentions.

For her own part, Miss Tara hung back, she seemed content to remain at a stand off. Amazingly, she had at least the same level of control and articulation of her hair as the rest of us have with our hands. That jet black hair was easily twice as long as she was tall, and she must have been the better part of six five. Apparently, I was as baffling to her as she was to me. Her hands were set with puzzlement upon her hips and her hair had coiled high above her head into a giant question mark. Her unblinking gaze was disquieting, there was something wrong with her eyes as well.

As for the house, I had not been able to shake off the uncomfortable sensation of being watched. Then for the briefest of moments, I thought I caught a glimpse of what, not who, had been observing me. After that I really tried my best not to look at the house anymore. The freshly painted chartreuse siding was headache inducing to behold, and its pairing with the brown earth tones of the roof shingles was problematical in the extreme.

The abhorrent pool-like...organism? on the front lawn seemed to be speaking to me, just below the threshold of audible sound, and I felt like I belonged! Those dark, clawing tendrils seemed hellbent on growing right off of their property, in all directions and at any cost. And my new neighbor's assurances to the contrary be damned. I decided then and there that if I did not get out of the street immediately, far away from my new neighbors, that a part of me would become trapped in that alien abyss, never to be recovered. As for the kiddie pool which sat insanely right beside it, I flatly refuse to describe its contents...it wasn't filled with water.

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Howdy Neighbor, Have Some Homemade Candy! acrylic on canvas board, 16"x20", 2022

E.T. and Tara like you, yes they do! They've just moved in next door and can't wait to get to know you better!

"How do you like the new paint job on our house? Don't let THE BODY OF BELONGING make you nervous, it won't leave our front yard. Want some homemade Red Devil Xans? We synthesized them ourselves!"

His proximity had begun to grate upon me. His large blue eyes were almost childish, but they clearly harboured troublesome appetites. He also had a habit of pointing with his massive, bulbous index finger to emphasize almost every single point he made. I'd known that his kind possess a potent healing ability related to their hands. But his luminous finger tip was a tantalizing phantasm of greed, innanity and perfect disorder. That bag of illegal, counterfeit Xanax portended nothing but trouble. Even through the crumpled, worn out plastic bag, the pills seemed positively to glow with malignant intentions.

For her own part, Miss Tara hung back, she seemed content to remain at a stand off. Amazingly, she had at least the same level of control and articulation of her hair as the rest of us have with our hands. That jet black hair was easily twice as long as she was tall, and she must have been the better part of six five. Apparently, I was as baffling to her as she was to me. Her hands were set with puzzlement upon her hips and her hair had coiled high above her head into a giant question mark. Her unblinking gaze was disquieting, there was something wrong with her eyes as well.

As for the house, I had not been able to shake off the uncomfortable sensation of being watched. Then for the briefest of moments, I thought I caught a glimpse of what, not who, had been observing me. After that I really tried my best not to look at the house anymore. The freshly painted chartreuse siding was headache inducing to behold, and its pairing with the brown earth tones of the roof shingles was problematical in the extreme.

The abhorrent pool-like...organism? on the front lawn seemed to be speaking to me, just below the threshold of audible sound, and I felt like I belonged! Those dark, clawing tendrils seemed hellbent on growing right off of their property, in all directions and at any cost. And my new neighbor's assurances to the contrary be damned. I decided then and there that if I did not get out of the street immediately, far away from my new neighbors, that a part of me would become trapped in that alien abyss, never to be recovered. As for the kiddie pool which sat insanely right beside it, I flatly refuse to describe its contents...it wasn't filled with water.