Woodring
A cat is enticed to gaze into the night-sky heavens. The things seen cause spontaneous, inadvertent drool. A goblin stands ready to collect the leavings. What strange properties has saliva tinged with telescopic awe? I imagine it set in little ice cube trays with toothpicks in the center, retrieved on humid days for a cool psychedelic treat.
posted by ds @ 10:51 AM
3 Comments:
You new site/blog design is so ill I just threw up in appreciation. Good sport.
Plus thanks to your visual wording I'm having flashbacks and seeing a probate lawyer crawling up my leg with a knife in his teeth screeming through bloody creased lips "none of that shite for me Ma, I'll just have paper cuts".
Jim
I figured I've been doing this for a while, it was time to get ill. It happened on the bus. A big micronesian (that's like saying a short jockey) sat across from me on the seats over the back tires that face one another. In broken English he said what's the time. I jumped up, threw my hands in the air, and yelled the appropriate response. The whole bus began to bounce.
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