
Sometimes when you're in Chicago you happen to run across William Shakespeare at the train station.
Is what you do.
You don't have to know why. You just accept it.
Is what you do.
And you love Chicago all the more for it.
Is what you do.
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!
5 comments:
Guh! Fabulous except for that goatee!
What what?
The goatee is too fabulous!
it's all fabulous!
Crums!
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