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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