Sunday, June 3, 2012

Evidence LXV: Another Shorty

Courtman had a gem in a known vicinity, and it was a go. Hop, skip and jump, dogs barking, but nobody seemed to care. Craig gets a start as the full moon illuminates the session.
Stopped by Court's to see the dreaded cat. 
Evidence mounts. 
Ain't that the truth. But I wonder if you're a little kid looking at this framed poster everyday if it somehow warps your mind. What can I say? Shit's trippy. 
Unconventional skimmer box cover, this denotes death (box). 
Dickborg vastly ougrinds mortal humanoids, and goes FS over the death. Note the chalky dust on his hands, and imagine how that made the pools slippery.
What can I say? Dickborg again, over the stairs and FSG.

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