The window

Evening all, thank god Rochelle is in charge of something, feels like the whole world is going down the toilet (restroom). Breathe and realise that we’re all ok in this corner of the internet. Thanks for holding the fort, thanks to Nancy Richie for the photo, lets see what gives.

On My Marks…

Get Set…

GO!!!

it wasn’t his choice to stay outside, the short straw decided.

The wind blew hard and the wind blew long, which made him think of a Captain Beefheart song as he sat shivering in the piss soaked tracksuit.

The life outside was not as he’d expected, the air was thin, the food scarce, the window… oh the window. Legumes and trailers proliferated, not for him, he spent his time just looking in, grey and scraping shit off his shoes.

Welcome to the .future.

There we are, 100 words (less) on this picture. Love you all

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