"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."
Thursday, April 1, 2010
In the freezer
This trotsky, or ice-spike, comes in the shape of a thorn. Considering the timing, pilgrims are already lined up outside the door.