Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Reach out & thorn someone.
Yes, leaf, it does seem that life floats on by.
Sedimentary, my dear Watson.
Take that, Samhain.
Shave & a haircut.
Accidentally flashed, thus, more color than the naked eye.
My kind of sky.
Someone's been eating like a damn hell ass king.
A bustling hedgerow.
Squirrels are experts in shaming. Next time, victuals.
I swear on this book of carpet samples.
Altar of sacrifice.
Fungus among us.
Dead leaves & the dirty ground.
Here, fishy fishy.
You suckers are determined, I'll give you that.
Sideshow Bob's distant cousin.
St. Francis of the Squirrels says, all right, follow me to the parking lot.