Category Archives: Maxx

Grass growing, paint drying, lint gathering, dust settling. I think of all the things I enjoy doing in my copious spare time, I rather enjoy watching ice melt. It’s like it there, and then, it’s not there. Isn’t that trippy? … Continue reading →

The pillow wars heat up. Having lost his favorite pillow to Newton last week, Maxx finds another more luxurious pillow on which to lounge. Velour. WITH tassels no less and propped against an aged-painted castle wall. His personal photographer took … Continue reading →

Maxx: This is my box. I like my box. It’s gray and cozy and did I mention it’s gray? Gray is good. Everything good has gray in it. Gray’s the new black, I hear and I couldn’t agree more with … Continue reading →