I drag Donnelly’s corpse on my back across these rocks, and all I hear are his whispers of guilt, his reminders, his burnt letters.
. . . WAT. v
Mittens Romney the pussy....cat
george bush waeing cat ears and red mittens smiling creepily
A blue flag
a blue flag waving majestically in the wind
A ship's mast has become an elemental wasteland.
sail catches fire
very flame. much ark. quite small sailed
Doodle or Die is the game of "telephone" with drawing!