Be Not Ill at Ease
Around my sprockets and my spleen lurk what no doctor’s ever seen,
a plethora of arcane ills impossible to treat with pills
or pessaries, with tinctures, teas, or magic potions for disease–
not curable by overhaul of engine, tune-up, electrol-
ysis, electric shock–it’s thought by some I will infect them; not
true, though, for what seems to be feared is not contagious–
I’m just weird.
Art-Colored Glasses 
This is amazing, all the intricate details – I love it!
How very kind of you! I’m pleased you like it too. 😀
Beautiful sketch !! I find fear is contagious under the right circumstances… Y2K ANYONE??? mayan apocalypse
Oh, boy, it’s easy to find pessimists and disaster-meisters predicting and believing the worst everywhere we look! So glad they’re so often so, so, so wrong. 😀
I agree, beautiful sketch! And so what about being weird. Aren’t we all in our own little ways? 🙂
Exactly so. And *happily* so! 🙂
Were it not for our own peculiarities, this would be one heckuva drab world. Weird? Yes, thank you very much.
Hallelujah! And thanks for being a grand partner in weirditude! Weirdosity? Weirdification? Grooviness. 🙂
Synonyms for “weird” creative, original, unique, talented, gifted, interesting, fun, rare.
Congratulations! on being weird…
Thanks, and may we always rejoice in our mutual weirdness! xoxo!