Listening for the words in a quiet corner of the night. The fiction, poetry, and photography of Jason Evans.
AH! That's what's slowing me down. Too many concrete tchotchkes in my head.
HA. That's... a creepy monkey-head thing. I like the sentiment :D
say whaaaaaat
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Yeah man that is true. Now I know why the old lady planted me knee deep on the front lawn.
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.
Ohh...Stark reality!
hm, yes, sometimes it is true.
AH! That's what's slowing me down. Too many concrete tchotchkes in my head.
ReplyDeleteHA. That's... a creepy monkey-head thing. I like the sentiment :D
ReplyDeletesay whaaaaaat
ReplyDeleteLike, like, like!
ReplyDeleteYeah man that is true. Now I know why the old lady planted me knee deep on the front lawn.
ReplyDeleteLaurel, yep. I think we hit on something.
ReplyDeleteSteph, 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.
Ohh...Stark reality!
ReplyDeletehm, yes, sometimes it is true.
ReplyDelete