A confused stile, and a disturbed method, is fittest to discourse of our miserie.
Friday, April 18, 2008
Friday Nudibranch Blogging
Familiar steps on the twilight stairs, the sight of Bornella anguilla, An open window at which sweet hope stayed behind -- All this is inexpressible, O God, we fall to our knees, shaken.
This one in particular reminds me of the fictional inhabitants of a neutron star, in a book whose name and author i entirely forget but which was quite imaginative in depicting, well, inhabitants of a neutron star. :)
You've inspired me to get a nudibranch tattoo. It will go with my seahorses on my thighs when they are complete.
ReplyDeleteNah, it's gotta be photoshopped
ReplyDeleteThis one in particular reminds me of the fictional inhabitants of a neutron star, in a book whose name and author i entirely forget but which was quite imaginative in depicting, well, inhabitants of a neutron star. :)
ReplyDeletethat one looks like it could eat Tokyo.
ReplyDeleteEATAGE!!!
I'm a chuckling real hearty at this feature. And I've only had one glass of Merlot. In the last hour.
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