I must be me, I'm in my head
Black birds are circling my bed
I must be me, I must be me
Sunday, June 08, 2008
I've renamed this place to be called: The Secret Garden.
I was sitting on the bench, going through pictures when I heard a rustling of leaves with little feet noises. I crawled to the edge of the bench and peered into the bushes and saw this little creature.
2 comments:
he's like a plastic miniature that's come to life...not yer average lizard.
haha and the curvilinear swirls of those flower petals remind me of art history and repousse frames.
it looks like a pink sliced up onion. mmm
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