Wee roses in bloom! “Prune us!” they scream in teeny fairy voices. “EEEee! Prune us!”
“A few must die so weeee allll cann liiiiiive!”
As the butterfly larvae watch from the ledge.
“HAI. WE ARE IN YER HOUSE, GROSSIN OUT YER HUSBAND. NOM. NOM! NOM! … EW, I JUST ATE ONE OF MY OWN TURDS. NOMNOM.”
All while Judiblu’s art watches worried from the hall. Especially the violet blue guy. He’s all freaked out.
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19 responses to “Freaky Stuff in My House”
Ah. The Frederico Fellini post of the month.
Quite right! And, by the way, they are all freaked out!
I’m guessing it’s the meds, and I want some.
I think the blue guy is actually a woman. Or it COULD be a guy in a dress.
I like the roses. That’s all I’m sayin’.
OMG!! Your flowers talk too! I thought I was all alone. The wisteria threatened me today. It’s going to choke the roses to death and then take over the house. No one believes me.
Friend #3 – No. It’s not in black and white.Judith – Do you think the artist has any say in the interpretation of their art? Because Friend #0.5 sees a man on the right. Is the coral a necklace or an esophagus. Sherri – Nope. I think it’s Mom’s influence. She’s up on top of the refrigerator.#0.5 – I think its a guy in a dress. sue – Ceceile De Bruner roses. Each bloom has ever weeer baby buds next to it now.Shania – I believe you. Gary was up in the attic one and found our wisteria was growing horizontally through the attics and had made it half way to the other side of the house. Albino wisteria. Creepy. It’s gone now. I miss it.
Why do you have a jar full of caterpillars?
Melissa – I went to the Butterfly House on the cruise, and decided to raise butterflies as a hobby, then someone on the message board bought this butterfly kit which skips the difficult butterfly sex phase.
Big props on the environmental-laudatory lightbulb featured in photo one. May it cast a flattering glow on the wee flowers and the wee wattle.
Wait. That red thing is a wattle?
Don’t you find those ecobulbs are a sod to cook your meth up in?
Vaguely Urban – I had no idea what you were talking about till I read TasterSpoon’s comment.TasterSpoon – We are still waiting on Judith to get back to us on that. I don’t think it’s representative, but if it were, it would be an esophagus. It makes me want a necklace that looks like a trachea. And a stocking cap that looks like an exposed brain, wouldn’t that be cool?Big Dot – Okay, will someone else please comment and explain what Big Dot is talking about? It’s like you’re all twins with your own secret language. Do people cook meth in light bulbs in NZ? We use big stock pots here.
My God, you cook meth up in big stock pots??? You must have some wild (and huge) parties there in St Louis. I was referring to the habit of junkies of using the bowl of a broken light bulb (of the regular sort) to heat up methamphetamine for smoking. I was trying to be hip and cool, since the strongest drug I’ve ever taken was for flu, but it’s all gone so terribly wrong. What do YOU mean by meth?
Really? I never knew how people took Meth. I thought it was a crystal, like rock candy, and you just popped it in your mouth. We are into big Meth Lab productions here outside of St. Louis. One blows up every few months.
That would be some kind of Space Dust…
Big Dot – Ha! I have never relied so much on Wikipedia to talk to another human being! I think you mean Pop Rocks (UK: Space dust)
Yes, I’m thinking GB Shaw had it right when he talked about being divided by a common language. Good on you for battling through.
Big Dot – Uh, who is GB Shaw? HA! Just kidding! Ghoti!