Thursday, July 14, 2011
Go on, invade. We've got guns.
Don't look down, Scottie.
Rock &/or roll will never die.
What a grate day.
Future Space Casino parking.
Your Name Here makes some really excellent products.
Wherefore art we?
The dead live! Or lightning was the culprit, or Jack the London. I'm surprised Milton Bradley hasn't come out with the George Romero edition of Hungry Hungry Hippos. Quiet, stomack.
Blue skies, blueberries, lying in the grass, a content zombie I was.
Grassy not-knoll. I think this is where they axed Diamond Joe Quimby.
Let's get spookily --
Oh hell, one more.
Au revoir, undead brothers & sisters.