Waking Up

(I have NO idea who these crazy bishes are in this pic. I just liked it. And so... there we have it.)



Spring comes on the World -
I sight the Aprils -
Hueless to me until thou come
As, till the Bee
Blossoms stand negative,
Touched to Conditions
By a Hum.



Lest this be Heaven indeed
An Obstacle is given
That always gauges a Degree
Between Ourself and Heaven.

~ Emily Dickinson



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And three *bonus* pics;



Let me guess... No fertilizing necessary. Yuk. This would be really beautiful on CANVAS. Not right above your crap hole.




Oh honey... Sweety-pie with too much high fructose corn syrup on top, that didn't make things better. It just looks like you've been whipped and have blotches of blood all over your... back. Tell "Holly" you want a refund and maybe a little extra to go get a hot-oil treatment for your dried out rat's nest you call "hair". That might help. Not much, but it's a start.




And because WHO, pray tell, doesn't love walking among the cherry blossoms with a ninja-elf-bitch, who's armed with knives and throwing stars and... lots of fur growing around her belly-button?

No one I know. Sheeiitt.


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