Though Lickle Ray would make an ace Short Round.
Its nice that Mr. Spielberg is still married to Indys co-star to this day.
Any excuse to show off his 'Willie!'
Though Lickle Ray would make an ace Short Round.
Its nice that Mr. Spielberg is still married to Indys co-star to this day.
Any excuse to show off his 'Willie!'
Wot's mutters of unhappenstance reach rufous pointy ears.
Winter foxes stalk lost chances, before they disappear.
Apparently, they taste like sweet hopes, salty lickle fears.
9/10
#whistpr (spat)
#inkMine (happenstance)
They ain't really mute, of course, more fond of introspection.
Swans' yule gift is to ask their mirror symmetry a question.
To hear half-answers, upside down, wiv whispers of affection.
#whistpr (symmetry) 8/10
Them seacrows, says Beach Crow, is charmed on midwinter nights.
Instead of diving under waves, they dives up into skies.
Fishing for star glitterings, bobby-floating on moonlight.
#whistpr (float) 7/10
Gud mawnin evfuryone, happy Christmas Eve! Not long till Santa comes now. Have a brill day an remember to be gud!
#dogs #dogsofbluesky #elfontheshelf
Gud mawnin evfuryone, happy Christmas Eve! Not long till Santa comes now. Have a brill day an remember to be gud!
#dogs #dogsofbluesky #elfontheshelf
#dogs #dogsofbluesky
#dogs #dogsofbluesky
#dogs #dogsofbluesky #elfonthesgelf
#dogs #dogsofbluesky #elfonthesgelf
And my mom in 1970s Bronx, NY let my dad drive her and her friend home. 😳Luckily, it was my daddy and not a killer. 😂
And my mom in 1970s Bronx, NY let my dad drive her and her friend home. 😳Luckily, it was my daddy and not a killer. 😂
Dint yer wonder, Beach Crow asks me, how yer felines got so tired?
Cos Catmas Eve, they jump the moon. Some soar a lickle higher.
And singing all the way updown. (They ain't much of a choir.)
#whistpr (fire) 4/10
They's dreaming cacti or wotever, then ~tickle-tickle~ up they waken.
Summoned by Great Squirmworm to one yulenight's jubilation.
Wot ain't booze, food & telly. Nah. It's starry meditation.
#whistpr (cactus) 3/10
They celebrate midwinter wiv Queen Deepdream Chigglepea.
Who doesn't bring 'em presents, but ancestral memories.
Of sweet drifty weightlessness far under long lost seas.
#whistpr 2/10
Dint yer wonder, Beach Crow asks me, how yer felines got so tired?
Cos Catmas Eve, they jump the moon. Some soar a lickle higher.
And singing all the way updown. (They ain't much of a choir.)
#whistpr (fire) 4/10
They's dreaming cacti or wotever, then ~tickle-tickle~ up they waken.
Summoned by Great Squirmworm to one yulenight's jubilation.
Wot ain't booze, food & telly. Nah. It's starry meditation.
#whistpr (cactus) 3/10
They celebrate midwinter wiv Queen Deepdream Chigglepea.
Who doesn't bring 'em presents, but ancestral memories.
Of sweet drifty weightlessness far under long lost seas.
#whistpr 2/10
Got a Crowmas fella too, she says. Frostfevver Huggermug.
Drops sparklies from nightskies for us. Like secrets, savvy, luck.
Cos there's many winter spirits, luv. For birds. And beasts. Or bugs.
#whistpr 1/10
They's dreaming cacti or wotever, then ~tickle-tickle~ up they waken.
Summoned by Great Squirmworm to one yulenight's jubilation.
Wot ain't booze, food & telly. Nah. It's starry meditation.
#whistpr (cactus) 3/10