Wednesday, March 06, 2013
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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!
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Should be in a Hitchcock movie. A boy will come by in a moment running a stick along the fence posts, pausing when the odd shapes catch his eye. A voice from the shadows will startle him. It'll go from there, you know.
That's just plain spooky. Something which I do not abide on this blog, my friend.
Actually, of course I love this interpretation. What's best--though how could you know this is true--is that this home is next door to the semi-famous Savannah pirate restaurant, which (of course) is supposed to be haunted. It really is a very old building with supposedly some history of pirates. But now could definitely be used for a Hitchcock-like movie.
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