Sunday, February 08, 2009

I'm A Puppy For Your Love

I was outside more this weekend than I've been outside (collectively) since November. Which explains why I was compelled to eat the yellow snow, kiss the ground, and kill ducks with my slingshot. What? I had no idea the ducks would be back in town this soon. Can you blame a girl for being hungry? I'm trying to hibernate, yo.

Winter sun at noon

Wind in the non-willows

Some kind of wonderful

Smilin' fool


We fucking wish

Mmmm, dark meat

Quack, yo.