Untitled (No. 502)

The choir of screams made for happy music.

Untitled (No. 501)

One more is deadly addictive.

Untitled (No. 500)

Never knew long could be this short.

Untitled (No. 499)

It's sad to see smoke slither silently away.

Untitled (No. 498)

Oh, woe is three.

Untitled (No. 497)

Crunchy is the new tasty.

(since I forgot about 08/29/09)

Untitled (No. 496)

The hardest hit are the softest few.

(since I forgot about 08/28/09)

Untitled (No. 495)

A book with no wisdom is merely a doorstop.

(since I forgot about 08/27/09)

Untitled (No. 494)

It's the drip that keeps on tickling.

(since I forgot about 08/26/09)

Untitled (No. 493)

No music, no service.

Untitled (No. 492)

Trouble trouble arrives on the double.

(since I forgot about 08/24/09)

Untitled (No. 491)

Red is a luxury afforded only to the fearful.

Untitled (No. 490)

Looks are believing.

Untitled (No. 489)

The best laid plans remain bare and wanting.

(since I forgot about 08/21/09)

Untitled (No. 488)

Bring the mane.

Untitled (No. 487)

Bat boys live on the edge of uncertainty.

Untitled (No. 486)

Smoke gets in disguise.

Untitled (No. 485)

Big hair beats big ideas any day.

Untitled (No. 484)

Life is a peculiar puzzle of imperfect pieces.

Untitled (No. 483)

We breathe lightly for tourists.