"I celebrate myself, and sing myself,/And what I assume you shall assume,/For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.//I loafe and invite my soul,/I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass."
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Spice Cookies
The ghost of Jackson Pollock stumbled in, drunk as a Long Islander, and mistook the apple jack glaze for white paint. You should see the ceiling. Sotheby's has already sent some feelers out...
The ghost of Jackson Pollock stumbled in, drunk as a Long Islander, and mistook the apple jack glaze for white paint. You should see the ceiling. Sotheby's has already sent some feelers out...
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