Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Saturday, August 25, 2012

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Laughing Lhursday

Sheepish egg.

Typo in the title?
Nah. It's just that I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Sunday, August 19, 2012

Saturday, August 18, 2012

There is no Holy Mother

... and neither there is a god.

Obviously, hm?

Or why do so many criminal bastards reign in such many countries? 

Probably each of them and all (!) their toadies need to die, at once.

Good luck!



Friday, August 17, 2012

The fields of ...

... selfhood.

Scrap dealer's passing

Lucrative job in a throwaway society.
Obviously.
Three scrap dealers each Saturday
are passing the village at walking pace.
One of them twice a week.
The petrol price? Peanuts. Obviously.



Wild beauty


Friday is Skyday