Monday, May 30, 2011

Life is a picnic

Softball vs. Soccer, House of Bliss vs. House of Slide, Lewis vs. the Nether, who I think should have a name. I am at this part where Lewis melts off Satan's face, and you can see the ligaments and chunks of bone mixed with blood and muscle, very evocative of the kind of thing you should not think about while preparing potluck. Tomatoes? No, nothing red, thanks very much. Carrot sticks? Better, but still, the crunching might sound too bone snapping. My peas are nearly to the snapping point. That's exciting. I cleared some weeds and discovered that deer have been nipping my grape down to the hoary vine. Hoary? Why not.

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