Sunday, April 3, 2011

Just because they call it a wreath, that doesn't make it a wreath.

Flamenco rhythm. You can clap it as your walk to work.

Here's lookin' at you, Top.

Can anyone say what is actually happening here?

Twenty-some years old and still afraid of the dark. Good thing we have rocket ships, and it is only a quarter past seven.

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