The only people for me are the mad ones,
the ones who are mad to talk,
mad to live,
mad to be saved,
desirous of everything at the same time,
the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing,
but
burn
burn
burn
like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars
and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes, ‘Awww.’
Jack Keroac
From the page: “For $25 US DONATION / GIFT, you can adopt a species of bird from Nicaragua. This will cover the artist’s costs to paint the bird.”
Not many people know that birds actually fade in the sunlight, meaning that many in the hot sunwashed tropics are kinda tatty looking and in desperate need of repainting. Please give generously.
Oh, and good news for all those who come here, seemingly with the prime intent of pulling birds, it’s far cheaper and easier to adopt!
“An LO! did G-d maketh it that penguins should walketh upon their hindmost of legs. Soeth that they may looketh upeth upon the stars and plot their evil conquest of the Universe” – Andfast 4:4
[Things Dogs Talk About at Dinner Parties #32:
Abstract Expressionism]
One (O’) Clock
Two (O’) Clock
Three (O’) Clock
Nap!!
Survival of the fittest
“Cause I’m as free as a bird now,
And this bird you’ll never change.
And this bird you can not change.”
Lynyrd Skynyrd.
Of course I did change it…
hello group! my name is stefan and I’ve been a photoshop addict for 9 years now..
By the myriad good fortunes I find a sign on my travels.
Quite succinctly summarising my life so far, as it did.
It saves me from the pressing necessity of writing my memoirs.
The Great Emerald Buddha thumbs her nose at artichoke farmers.
