Showing posts with label Interruptions of Self. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Interruptions of Self. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Toad Shadows

Toads are so odd. Sometimes I walk out on the patio in twilight and I hear them crawling down the toad-hole plastic drainpipes. They see shadows.

Other times I will walk out and catch one empty-handed and exposed. They deal with the vulnerability of human companionship on an as needed basis.

Friday, December 05, 2008

Bang For Your Buck

Sorry to interrupt my regular scheduled programming, but shit happens. And this sisn't even the one I picked. But it matches the floors and that's all that matters to me. Sorta. Enjoy. Be afraid. We Don't Fucking Know. What we're in for. In the long run. "Listen to me, don't walk that street."