He returneth. Post number 2500 btw, only 1800 of which were C&B. Rest were soft focus verges.
I popped on some elasticised trousers and closed the curtain.
This is not a carnival, this is a little bit sad for me. We are all heading toward the same destination, which is sort of a death.
Nog, made with eggs.God made trees so you can build houses and have baseball bats.
(Third paragraph. Well played, Mr Stewart.)
Archibet. Click on A, and go from there. (Great prints for a young kid’s room.)
My mother died when I was a teenager. My father, more recently. He and I were not close. This, for mine reminiscent of Raymond Carver, is for those who are.
Actually, no they’re not. These guys, however …