Shutter shades!



Shutter shades!
dragonfly (via iclapers)
There is a guy down at the Portland Saturday Market called the SpoonMan that makes all kinds of funky utensil based eyeware… even shuttershades made from forks.
I have a candle holder that he made - got it in Seattle a few years ago.
All his friends are skeletons (they beat the rhythm with their bones)?
I think we’ve settled on the name Claire.
She came from Planet Claire
I knew she came from there
She drove a Plymouth Satellite
Faster than the speed of light
Planet Claire has pink air
All the trees are red
No one ever dies there
No one has a head
Ahhhahhhahhahh
Some say she’s from Mars
Or one of the seven stars
That shine after 3:30 in the morning
WELL SHE ISN’T
My Thanksgiving day poem:The end.Thanksgiving comes but once a year,
Thank. Fucking. God.
(via Jenny The Bloggess)
Totally have this one wired
Paul McCartney’s Simply Having a Wonderful Christmas Time might just be the most annoying song in the history of the universe.
truth
More annoying than “Rocking around the Christmas tree at the office party hop”? Tough call.
If there’s a most annoying song in the universe, I’d bet anything to think Paul had something to do with it.
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laurencephilomene:daieny:jobie:dannybrito:
I 100% approve everything in this photo.
That is so money
I LOVE THIS VERY MUCH
I confessed to MSG this morning that I texted HIM yesterday (THE guy; not Jesus) - she said to delete his number, so I did. From the phone AND the online back-up assistant. I deleted the send text and every instance of his number that appeared on the list of calls recently dialed and/or received. I think that covers it.
Not that I won’t recognize it if he ever does call. There’s only one 300 prefix in my mental contact list.
Wait. Have you got Jesus’ cell number? Because I really need to send Him a text.