Blast and Damnation
Not nearly enough fucking leaves. What appeared to be an orgiastic crapload of leafy goodness was merely a smattering, a veritable tease of leaves. Dammit to hell! Ordering more as we speak. Grrr.
Greetings from the Omnigraphic Blogopticon. On view are vile sticky things dragged from the attic, snarky commentary on the world at large, and all-encompassing ennui. All that and a weird rubbery smell. A horrible time will be had by all.
