Cone bravely faces the danger of accessing alternate universes through an ethereal portal.

Cone is practically bouncing with excitement over his new toy from Amazon.

Cone pumps some weights, flexes, and gets fired up to measure baking ingredients for sCones!

Cone tries to get rooted by staring up at the tree branches.

Cone smoked so much weed that he sprouted a wild and frizzy hairstyle naturally.

Cone figures his life is a character trapped in one long film noir.

Cone starts digging his way to Australia to see a cute wallaby, but gives up almost instantly.

Cone takes LSD to experience something profound but just ends up in a vortex.

Cone tries to connect with his mental well-being by reclining on a comfy couch.

Cone wonders whether dressing up to play rhinos and hippos is cultural appropriation.

Cone has been so grounded for so long that he feels the urge to throw caution to the wind.

Cone climbs the ladder of success… only to find it wobbles.

Cone tries to broaden his perspective by discussing the pros and cons of smooth versus hairy bodies with Sheep.

Cone lays down his sweet and weary head, as the sun sinks low in the Western sky.

Cone realizes that he is too chicken to cross the road.

Cone elevates his watchfulness to test whether mobility improves vigilance.

Cone is shocked that the radioactive hazard symbol uses abstracted safety cones in the graphic.

Cone is thrilled to introduce the dramatic live-stage performance of ‘Roads Less Travelled’ at The Loading Dock Theatre.

Cone jumps around during a long exposure photograph but gets dizzy and wobbly in the process.

Cone, upon reflection, feels a bit divided.

Cone, building on the success of the Free The Vagina movement, starts campaigning to free the urethra.

Cone parties all night and wakes up hungover, rumpled, and disheveled.

Cone feels it is his duty as a safety officer to stand in for Exit Sign at the local Friday night rave.

Cone finds spooning with Tracker Loader Backhoe pleasant enough, but not terribly intimate.

Cone feels an acute need to join the tri-angulati society to covertly oppose all vehicles of oppression and obtuse thought.

Cone tries outside-the-box thinking but finds it overrated.

Cone finds it disheartening to be enveloped by so much negative space.

Cone channels the space between wake and sleep to actualize his unconscious Daliesque dreamstate.

Cone is working on creating one more diagonal line inside his body so that he can hug and kiss himself.

Cone stares into a funhouse mirror and suddenly understands emotional eating.