Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
This one is spooky, William. Too spooky by half, but equally wonderful, like the hollowed out eye sockets of a skeleton
Thanks, Elisabeth. I knew the bad habits would catch up with me eventually. I mean, he knew.
Maybe MY coffee was too strong today!?
When blindness turns to anger.
Here, Rudhi, let me pour you another cup.Conrad,Life: a ferocious sting.
Chewing on a stick, he broke out in boils, suddenly remembering the hair he left behind. (Why does this remind me of the actor Jack Nicholson? I'm with Rudhi, ha ha. It must be the coffee!!!) :)
Thanks, William - was tasty! But he still's blurring me;-)
Annie, I do see grounds for your response.Rudhi, when you weren’t looking, I added something to your coffee. Don’t worry. It will wear off in a few years.
I am still going with the "Peter Fonda" biker look. He seems to have wrap around shades on and he does look tough and a bit mean but deep down inside I'll bet he's a sweety :) Of course his sunglasses could be to protect his eyes from those spitting llamas!!!
Well, he does seem to belong to the same gang as Born to Be Wild. He might even be the sulking leader. And I’m sure if a llama were to spit his way, he’d spit right back. Such is life on the road. Ya gotta be tough, even if you’re a pussy cat.
Caution indeed! Yikes, this one.xoerin
Erin, maybe I should have said, “click at your own risk.”
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