Entrenched in Matters Natural, Ephemeral, and Bicycle.
Devoted to the spacing of leaves and the teeth on rear cogs, the loading of springs and the spacing of frogs.
In every effort to concatenate the thoughts of bugs with the songs of trees with the acts of man.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
You is not having frobscottle?
Captain Najork Sage ponders the meaning of rot. Rot busted. Thats us in the middle.
Captain Najork
Rot busted.
Thats us in the middle.
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