Friday, December 9, 2011

What dark through yonder throne breaks

It's been a long time since we rock & rolled
it's been a long time since we did the stroll


















Shadows taller than our soul.





















Clevelandia's whistling Christmas spirit out of our assholes.



















This building isn't.



















Neither is, shockingly, the water department.



















Exhibit A: drinking in the graveyard.
This has been another episode of Peonage Stereotype Theatre.



















I'm the walking bear, I can see all the world



















Unburnt offerings?
This is the least Satanic cemetery I've ever been affiliated with. 
























No exceptions, this means you.



















This makes me sad, & I ain't being facetious.



















O, squirrel, St. Francis is sorry he haveth no peanuts!



















DOOM.




















I'm so low, I could cry.



















Moss is overdue for a new album.
























Perspectivism.
























I ain't drunk, I'm just drinkin'.



















Season of wither.



















Them bones.
























Hyperborean ice snakes are always a danger.
























Take that, gravity.



















God bless those pagans.

20 comments:

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

It got cold here, too.

Alas, poor nutkin...you fed him well.
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MRMacrum said...

You know how long it took me to scroll down to the comment link? Well buddy buster, it took way too long. At least you didn't bore me with kodak moments of you and your dog frolicking, licking frolics or images of Grandma without her teeth in. Thanks for that anyway.

The squirrel and bone shot did cheer me up some.

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

Oh by the way, R.G., your shadow makes it look like you're wearing bell-bottoms.

I hope you've matched them with a groovy tie-dye...
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Randal Graves said...

mrmacrum, you kids are so damn lazy, it's all about instant gratification with you.

We were all excited that it might be a human bone, but were less so when it turned out not to be, but still excited because it was larger than the usual discarded BBQ wings.

if, which shadow? I'm on the left, the skirted Duchess is on the right, so if anyone is the dirty hippie, it's her.

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

Oh I got that, R.G.

I can easily see the Duchess' shadow twirling away in her hippie skirt at a Dead concert, with you alongside in all your finery.
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Laura said...

What's this?? No snow?
I see Frosty but.. no snow?

((Hugs))
Laura

Laura said...

P.S. I hate squirrls. I'm glad he's dead.

thatgirl said...

Let it be known that the Duchess is more likely to engage in mosh pit fisticuffs than Awkward White People Hippie Dancing.

Randal Graves said...

if, the Dead? Those sleep inducers? She's so gonna punch you in the face, & then I'm gonna.

laura, snowed a bit this morning, and seriously? You hate squirrels? You're a walking DSM-IV category.

Randal Graves said...

thatgirl, you're so violent, but that's only because you haven't been able to find the nearest drum circle, om, om, om.

zencomix said...

Again with the Boys From Boston. Of course, I love Draw the Line too, but I would have had John Entwhistle do the cartoon instead of Al Hirshfeld.

Demeur said...

So it's graveyards on your day off? Just wondering were you whistling too?

Karl Franz Ochstradt said...

The ice snakes are why Santo Franco is nowhere found for Mr Squirrel!

Jim H. said...

Frozen darkthroning. YAY!

I gotta' say, the skwirls of Clevelandia are somewhat larger and redder of tail than their grey cousins here in ATL. Could be coz here the hawks get lots of 'em. In Louavul, they got yr white ones. And we had some little black ones in NYC.

Drop me a line if you need some road-kill recipes. 'Course it's important to know when said nutkin passed the bar. Then again, it's awful cold in said Ohio, so it still might be okay with the natural refrigeration. These are delicate matters which call for an experienced eye and gut.

Beach Bum said...

What is army training good for?
Dead squirrel = Free meal

The fleas and ticks add spice.

Tom Harper said...

"Them Bones" -- all right, my favorite Alice In Chains song. (I'm not even sure if that's the title.)

susan said...

To think tragedy could have been averted with a simple peanut or two. On your behalf I shall redouble my efforts tomorrow.

S.W. Anderson said...

Let's not blame-shift to St. Francis, Randal. The operative question is, did you have a few peanuts to share?

Some nice photos, as always.

Randal Graves said...

zen, I remember as a wee lad having enough money to pick up two tapes at the local record shop and, after nabbing the Nice Price Women and Children First/Fair Warning, wanted an Aerosmith, choosing this one because of the cover and because radio never ever played anything off of it.

demeur, the Peonage, due to our commitment to the edumacation of the future leaders of the American future, does not take days off.

karl of the österreich, and Whacking Day isn't for months!

jim, I'm sure yours get much more exercise than ours (granted, this is downtown, but even in the burbs I see fewer raptors than I used to), plus there's all that heat.

Eat a squirrel, totemic animal of the Peonage? I think I've got the vapors.

BB, AHRMEE TRAINING SIR!

tom, that's the title and for your confession of blasphemy, I charge you to recite ten Hail Laynes.

susan, there wasn't evidence of a fight with a larger beast or machine, so I don't know what the deal was. Perhaps got spooked, it being the graveyard and all.

SWA, oh no, the reference is to me, I was chastising myself for not being prepared.

Dr. Zaius said...

I always feel awful when I see a dead animal on the side of the road.