Silver Beetles

Posted by SgtPepper | Posted in | Posted on Friday, June 20, 2008

Seventy Five days sounds strange, although I think this bizarreness has been a constant within this journey of words and of thoughts, but above all, of experiences expressed through here. Words are allies; words are water, house, fortress, food and oxygen. It’s hard to say something about the future, but expect us here in Blackbird Fields. I’m still the baggin’ Mrs. Kite (goo goo goo job) challenging the world with this yesterday’s crazy old penguin.


[Mrs. K i t e ]

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