This is a tribute for two very original creators! Great Andibi, who made a picture a beautiful and shy anthro doe, Maya Maya by Andibi on DeviantArt And great DavisPK, who made this great picture of baddass bunny warrior, Flamma The Time For Talk Is Over by DavisPK on DeviantArt ...and since I'm mainly a writer, I wonder what if Flamma met Maya. And finding that this warrior have a feelings for her and vice versa.    Drawing created by awesome Mrs. Martínkova who has my deep gratitude to create this picture from my story. https://www.deviantart.com/delaverano   https://www.instagram.com/radka712/ https://martinkova-art.cz/portfolio/ This blog has been dormant for over a year now because it is not showing up on search engines.  Why, I have no idea.  But this fantastic post from the Mighty Delaverano and Ms. Marinkova, art, has made me lust to get Hybrid back into action.  So, today I shall try to untangle this nightmare programming that blogger has seen fit to saddle us with.   If

Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there, I do not sleep I am in a thousand winds that blow I am the softly falling snow I am the gentle showers of rain I am the fields of ripening grain I am in the morning hush I am in the graceful rush Of beautiful birds in circling flight I am the starshine of the night I am in the flowers that bloom I am in a quiet room I am the birds that sing I am in each lovely thing Do not stand at my grave and cry I am not there, I did not die. Mary Elizabeth Frye, Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep .

Because I had noticed raccoon scat on the roof, I started drawing this showing me removing the body of a raccoon.  I gave up on it and just colorized the bunny.  I wasn't even going to post it when something happened this morning.  I went to my smoking window and looked out and there was this: At first I thought it was Mingo and was getting ready to haul his delinquent ass in for some wall to wall counseling when the animal turned and looked at me and I saw the mask.  He was hyperventilating and I figured him for distemper or worse.  I called animal control, and when the officer got here this is what that fucking raccoon did: He sat up and looked at both of us.  The officer said that he was young and probably overheated and thirsty.  I apologized for wasting their time but delighted that he was not going to die under my window.  I like raccoons but lord almighty they can be destructive.  I got a good look at his hands and he had four fingers and

Where do the teens go after the 1950's prom? To the local diner to listen to more music! From sketch~  To painting~ To video!