Gwar●B●Q

Headed to Qingming Festival

Swift swallows and spring days were shuttling by; 

Of ninety radiant ones three score had fled. 

Young grass spread all its green to heaven's rim; 

Some blossoms marked pear branches with white dots. 

Now came the Feast of Light in the third month With graveyard rites and junkets on the green.

As merry pilgrims flocked from near and far, 

The sisters and their brother went for a stroll. 

-The Tale of Kieu

kindler

"Life's sort of like a game of tennis. 

You have no choice over how that ball comes to you 

but it's how you hit it back that counts."

  

Margaret Moth (August 21, 1951 – March 21, 2010)

"So I would have liked to have gone out with a bit more flair, 

but I feel if I can die with dignity 

then that's the main thing you know. 

I don't think it matters how long you live

as long as you can say 

'I've gotten everything out of life.'"

Bad Guy Reaction

 

some friends. 
Photo by James Early.

light skating heavy petting

Koku Fan

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jason Jessie

tail bone

Gift from my friend Barf over at Born Ugly.