WEBHEAD

A story of love and self-discovery<3

I wrote the story and used a photo of a spider in mi room to collage into a palm tree. I filled the body with a portion of a canvas I painted, as well as inside Rodin’s “The Thinker”. The snail is clip art!

I overlayed this over cream I made for a honey cake.

Prints available at Society6 🍯

Stay tuned for the translation and live reading <3

Love urselves and 1 another.❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

WebHead

A spider! She lives on my head not unlike Ratatouille. But I don’t hide her in a hat, we like to keep it roomy. One day when I arose from bed I saw what she’d done to me. What is this crown of silk I wear? Should I be scared and gloomy? So soft yet somehow stays in place even when I bounce. I wonder how much it would weigh if measured by the ounce. I close the gap from nose to glass, I try to count the threads. Is this because most recently I shaved off all my dreads? I scan the strings they feel like wings, I feel myself breathe deeper. And suddenly I see appear this tiny little creeper! Is this an illusion is my mirror playing tricks? Have I been watching way too many HollyHorror flicks? Eight eyes stay fixed upon my two, and I forget to blink. Somehow they are so ocean blue, should I go get a drink? Should I SQUISH this beauty SLAM my palm atop my skull? Would that make life better? Would it turn out to feel dull? Maybe this masterpiece could sell for illions at an auction. Maybe when boiled it becomes a magical concoction. She holds my gaze, I’m in a haze… I remember my dreams. No wonder! Last nights Wonder psychedelic color beams. She makes her move, an instant groove. The crown becomes a tree. A marvel as she sews upward sacred geometry. The web so white as pearly milk contrasts my midnight skin. But I do not feel older, just WISER, I say a win. I’m sure this thing is sparkling, I sense electricity. I wonder in the dark if it lights up and I can see…

When we’re walking down the street peeps say WOW what a wig! Or hey your hair! So fresh! So cool! So shiny! And so big! A cotton candy cloud! So loud! It makes me want to taste! Please don’t ever let those perfect locks get cut to waste! But some days Spidey keeps it tight and sleek close to my brain, for days I need a harder hug when feeling more insane. I don’t buy durags anymore, she figured out that pattern. All it took was just one pic she blew it out to Saturn…

FAR OUT…

No one would ever guess it but each night as we unwind, unpack the days collection of what’s sponged up in my mind—I shed! The whole crop floats away, but never leaves me red! My scalp as smooth as ever—lifted remains far from dead. They do light up in fact, looks like pure bioluminescence. My noggin is left shimmering, a nightlight in its essence. Funny how her webs fly as if helium induced. We give them out for free, a silky balloon morale boost. They’re great for dates! Nice for an evening stroll out with your honey. And when they’re washed they make the softest undies, airy, sunny! For me, I never sorrow to let go of a design, I know Spidey will do anew and I know that she’s mine. A fresh canvas excites me for more tantalizing taps, oh what sensation when she glides, my skin, the way she raps.

On afternoons we’re lazy and I’m not wearing a shirt, Spidey will rest upon my chest, boy does she love to flirt. A change in view I don’t have to look up to make contact. Sapiosexual Spidey she just spits fact after fact. “No Luciferan compounds do not make Our tresses glow. And by the way you have two hearts you prolly didn’t know. An octopus has three, don’t worry just go with the flow. They’re not in the same place, so no an X-ray wouldn’t show. Unless you know just where to look, this isn’t in. A book! Come on!” She says, “let’s take this to the kitchen while you cook!” And so I sprinkle spices on the counter as she begs, so she can smell aromas with her pedipalps and legs! Intoxicated, Spidey giggles splashing in the cumin. “ACHOO!!” She sneezes laughing “damn this jerk is really BOOMIN’! Ah yes, your rhythmic organs, well first off they’re pumping blue. Does the word haemocyanin mean anyTING to you? Well did you ever THINK about how you secrete that ink? No you’re not the devil, don’t panic we’re on the brink! Yes you are a morning star, you require no moons. Have you ever seen Hermès, Apollo in your toons? You know I feel vibrations, meow your fear is sinking in! And I’m to wise to tell you lies, no none of it’s a sin!”

Oh Spidey, will you ever morph into a human being? Am I a hopeless dreamer, or is it future that I’m seeing? “Well anything is possible,” said Spidey as she blushed. “But it’s a special process it cannot be forced or rushed. Don’t you ever wonder how I landed on your noodle? I didn’t catch a ride there on the neighbors labradoodle!” Somehow in my stupor I had forgotten to ask, then lost all cares about it all I cared to do was bask! Maybe feared too many Q’s would make her disappear, I crossed my heart and hoped to die if that day should come near. Life without my Spidey!? Thought alone, nothing but drear.

“My dear, my dear,” my Spidey said, “you need not shed a tear. I will never leave you I will always be right here! While Mercury’s high in the sky I must show you a friend. You will perdre rien but gain a heart healing amend. A key so to speak, medicine for your hidden heart! So they may beat in sync and you’ll never feel torn apart. My web can’t weave that crack you need something else to secrete, and deep in through your ribs, I promise it’s just like a treat!”

And so the evening star arose, we stepped out through the front door. I could feel a strange sensation tingling in my core. “Let’s take a walk and get the mail. THERE!” She said, “that spotted snail!”

This snail, so tiny but so true. It’s mucus like a magic glue. He glides over things razor sharp as smooth as it playing the harp. It’s crazy how his slime seeps in, and penetrates me deep within. He lubricates my heart tissues, secretes away my soul’s issues.

Spidey says I’m one pampered pooch. I give her and him a slobbery smooch. She likes to sit right in the middle. She is just my favorite riddle. I never feel like second fiddle. Combined we have six legs, six arms, an infinite supply of charms. We love to intertwine, it might seem strange but sure is fine. Our blend of pure liquid sunshine…

I wrote the story and used a photo of a spider in mi room to collage into a palm tree. I filled the body with a portion of a canvas I painted, as well as inside Rodin’s “The Thinker”. The snail is clip art! I overlayed this over cream I made for a honey cake.