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Inside: Photos of eyeballs, bees, eyeballs, blue hands, and eyeballs. Also inside: Thoughts I want you to read and to live by and, when especially inspired, to set to opera. Also inside: my fight against vegetable tyranny. Just a little something I do so you don’t have to. You're welcome. Come on in and get your jibber jabber on!
6 comments:
C'mon!! Step ya game up!!
You perhaps are being a bad bad blogger, out of necessity.
But this is one great photo! Love the lights, and love the photo.
A.
Is there anything we can say to cause you soul-crushing guilt, or are you managing that on your own?
No stepping up for a bit, AD. Sorry, dude. But S-S, yes, i am crushed with guilt. But guilt ain't going to get my work done. Sorry.
It's all fun and games in the snow until that giant light bulb launches itself at the innocent children. Why are you all about the dark?
You will survive this week.
You know how I know?
Because you took a picture of two children playing in the snow framed by holiday decorations.
But it looks like red-tipped heat seeking auto-machine guns soldered into barbwire that are about to massacre two children playing in the snow because the machines are soulless and cannot differintiate between the enemy and the innocent.
It looks this way because you took it.
The coming week will not defeat you.
The kids shouldn't have been in that yard. Don't do the crime, if you can't pay the time. Kids.
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