Notes: paving stone (not brick), razor thin, 25%+ newer material; trade off between material influenced by visuals, visuals to compliment existing materials. txt messages to fellow conspirator support these ramblings.
whisky + coffee + milk product = best sleep aid ever.
sleep time
- Z (via mobile [*in bed* -yes, just like that fortune cookie game, except I have whisky, you don't, so I win this round])
Actually, I do this a lot, but didn't have a Flickr account until recently. I figured no one would give a shit. It isn't so much about the fruit or the flowers, it's really about the weird things that happen in my brain when I look at this stuff. You see a lemon and thumb-sized petals from a flower box. I see a demonically possessed wedge of acid-filled scariness giving me the evil eye, a bug marching into flames and certain death, and a plant with a cutting problem.
I already have a hobby <a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=189441326">telling stories</a>. Oddly enough I didn't think anyone would give a shit about that either (I admit I was wrong about that).