Saturday, June 18, 2011

Graveyard blues

Sorry, John Lee, these blues ain't (mostly).
In shock, so, is the world ending? No, no. You
chew on that quoi? while I play outside,
feelin' fine. Wait, that is pretty frightening. 

Row, row, row your boat.

They're coming to get you, Barbara.

One of the few interiors not blocked by dirty glass or my fugly reflection.

Yes they do.

I sometimes feel like that.

A little ostentation ain't bad.

Feelin' a little philosophical --

-- frolicking in the botanical. 

Local metal bands --

-- free cover art. What are you waiting for.

Goddamn orbs.


Bite your goddamn hand off.


Climb that hill.

That cross gets this heathen's thumbs up.

For Gramps.

C'mon, Duchess, let me hear your impromptu take one more time.

The heavenward thing, I get it, but next time, shades.

Someone's --

-- playing catch.

Stone chillin' on his throne.

Long gone days.

"'cause it makes me feel like a big man."

I was told this is the future me.

Bald, big beard & apparently in a Snuggie? Ouch.

Caution: contents hot.

So nice to leave places for the Duchess & Earl next to the holy bird fountain.

Cool in the shade.

Cleveland's own Tetris.


Beach Bum said...

A little ostentation ain't bad.

Who the Hell is buried in there? Agamemnon or Alexander The Great?

Just for shits and giggles I want "If this tomb is rocking, don't come a knocking" engraved on my eternal resting place.

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

You'll only anger the orbs by cursing them, Randal.

Demeur said...

I see you've discovered the ancient ruins of Cleveland.

Humm Graves strolling through graves. Sounds like a good metal title to me.

Anonymous said...

Maybe you should have done some defacing and changed the introductory letter from "R" to "V"?

susan said...

I see that while you've been frolicking in the sylvan glens of Arkady the world continues to revolve. Who wudda thought?

I like your pics.

Randal Graves said...

BB, Callahooga county, graveyard of empires.

That's up there with Leslie Nielsen's fart joke.

if, as a great knucklehead once said, bring it on.

demeur, it was more relaxing than metal, but I didn't have my corpsepaint on.

karl of the österreich, how about tossing a C in front of that R instead.

susan, it didn't stop? Ingrates. A fun time was had by all, except for that bit about the undead trying to bite our skulls. Next time, I'm leaving the camera & bringing the sawed-off.

Mary Ellen/Nunly said...

I want a great big tombstone with a nun shaking her fist at everyone that walks by. And she has to be wearing an eye-patch. Argh!

okjimm said...

ok...... so where do you go... when you want a really good time? Crematoriums... or Ray's?

Jim H. said...

Is that a pot plant? [texture] I guess it's got lots of fertilizer.

Randal Graves said...

nunly, I had no idea you ran a pirate nunnery. Do the Cistercians ever get jealous of your parrots?

okjimm, you ever try to eat human ash? Even with a frosty beer, doesn't go down too well.

jim, how would I know what a pot plant looks like?

Freida Bee said...

That's it. I'm knitting you a Snuggie. It can shield you from the elements now and double as yarnbombing when you view my medusa visage.

S.W. Anderson said...

Many people enjoy a home aquarium. Others go for a terrarium. You, Randal, could break new ground by creating the world's first home cemeterium.

Go for it! :)

Randal Graves said...

FB, but if the Snuggie is extra snuggly, won't I fall asleep at work? I'm all about work.

SWA, that's the best damn idea I've heard in decades. Next round's on me, sir!