In which we talk about poo particles, scuttled butts, nose picking, and other things.
In which we listen to a few versions of my newest original song, and discuss the meaning behind it.
In which I almost cause the destruction of the Earth by alien warships due to a misunderstanding about probing, and examine to correlation between mental illness and artistic creativity.
In which we dwell upon the long relationship between dogs and humans, I talk about dogs I have known, and I interview one of our dogs.
And we learn way more about the devil than we really need to.
Art, please accept my condolences on your mother’s passing. I was just thinking about you recently.
Everybody should think about me more! And thanks. She had a pretty good and very long life.
I guess I’m missing out on a lot, but I don’t listen to any podcasts. I don’t even know how.
Get any free podcast app on your phone, then go search for Pouring My Art Out, download… or not… some episodes, and have fun. You will not be sorry.. probably…
I don’t have a cell phone.
It’s a long story and I don’t look very good in it.
I feel that