Friday, January 14, 2011

Hors D'Oeuvres for the Brain #1



Time Heals

Time doesn’t heal wounds. It coats them in bad cement and turns them into kitschy lawn ornaments.

8 comments:

Laurel said...

AH! That's what's slowing me down. Too many concrete tchotchkes in my head.

Steph Sinkhorn said...

HA. That's... a creepy monkey-head thing. I like the sentiment :D

Shadow said...

say whaaaaaat

Karen said...

Like, like, like!

the walking man said...

Yeah man that is true. Now I know why the old lady planted me knee deep on the front lawn.

jason evans said...

Laurel, yep. I think we hit on something.

Steph, I wouldn't want that monkey head showing up in the middle of the night, that's for sure.

Shadow, just a quirky thought.

Karen, :)

Walking Man, ha! We're all a collection of those things after a while.

Erratic Thoughts said...

Ohh...Stark reality!

SzélsőFa said...

hm, yes, sometimes it is true.