Oily, jet-black feelings eddy in the knobs of my spine and in the crux of my elbow skin. I am a fever tick whir scratching scabs off raw pink underbellies. And like THAT, twigs crunch and snap in dusty punch bowls and the vermin are permitted the night to play. Breaching children crest and descend under shimmering rays of ultra-violent sentiment. It's just a bean husk sort of day!
Haiku of the Day:
Obese Blue Jays perch
on a tree's bowing branches
in the morning sun
Today's Drawing (inspired by the word "Discombobulated" from the ether.)
Today's "365" Project (Make something new look old. I used an picture aging program on a picture of a gnu.)
"Gnu Better Believe It!"
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