Saturday Scuffles.

There seemed to be a brawl on my car,
or against it.

Only street surveillance cameras
may know the truth.





iPhone evidence photos courtesy of
Mr. Golaw.

While you were calculating tears, my head expired.

For him,
it would always be
a 93% chance
of rainfall.

Be it downtown or way up in the air.

You desalinate me.

The coming of light.

I am in the process of
catching up.







Regularity can be
such
an achievement.



flickflick.

Twenty Ten.

Be always at war with your vices,
at peace with your neighbors,
and let each new year find you
a better man.


Franklin.





I have a good feeling about this year.


Cheers.