Fear

(This blog post is brought to you by the magnificent Molly Kimmerling, aspiring magician and thought contortionist. She has accomplished the feat of completing this in a single day. Bravo!)

What became of you Sir?

Do you remember your otter friend?  I do.

My friend, the otter, or the guy with the black sunglasses and magical scarves.

He sat with me on a bench.  We drank hot chocolate from the local convenience store while the leaves slept on the ground with one ear open to Him and one eye open to Me.  My friend, the otter had a temper that scared away all of the fleas and left the rocks to moan.  His best girl was the lady in the yellow or was it orange dress...his best man was the man on the wall without a shirt made of sweat and a Strange electricity.  The breath he let out came from the forest where the pixies and mountain lions roared a wonderful waltz.  My friend, the otter smoked and joked and joked and smoked and smoked and joked and no one could ever call him a saint...haha...but...haha...they could never call him a sinner.  Full of donuts and coffee he would sing the songs of Scottish warriors at sunrise in a parking lot.  He offered spaghetti and grape juice and Bad games.  He slept sound asleep on a crinkle couch and would only awake to gremlins coming to harm and would provide, always, a shield between the half awake world and the world of the otter.  

Haiku of the Day:

tobacco and bud

on a train with my brother

nirvana creeps in

Today's Drawing (inspired by the word "Self-Importance")

Today's "365" project (Make something that is outdoors appear like it is indoors.  I took a parking lot gate and made it into a bed. The gate is headboard and real trash bag as pillow and tarp as blanket plus a rat mask).