HaiCakes!
Sometimes I find a wreck or two that makes me feel all poetical and stuff.
These...[dramatic pause]... are those wrecks.
These...[dramatic pause]... are those wrecks.
Barren winter treeon a giant bare cookie.
Woo. Celebration.
Woo. Celebration.
Circle of sprinklesinstead of decorations
because it's break time.
because it's break time.
A fish in the sky.She turned me into a newt!
But...I got better.
But...I got better.
Packing foam peanuts, A big shiny pile of...wait.
Is that Tiana?
Blue, orange, yellow. A cheerful makeover for
the eye of Sauron.
And now, let's hear a piece from the king of beat poetry himself:
(via wimp)
Spot on, Data. Spot. On.
Thanks to Ellen B., Rachel W., Jodee R., Meg G., & Lizzie B. who also have hedonistic predilections for demonstrations of affection, but we don't talk about that.
Note from john: Today's comment board kerfuffle shall be titled: Orange: One syllable or two?
Note from john: Today's comment board kerfuffle shall be titled: Orange: One syllable or two?
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Beyond Bizarre
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