thank you.

i talk to myself in the swamp. the swamp bubbles and squishes and wafts pungent welcome.

i got to get my good humor back. i feel rancor toward both the empire and a good neighbor. lord allow me to regain focus on love of the dog.

so maybe i need to give the blog a break, my camera's still dying, and i have nothing much to say. why the need to say i have nothing good to say. i guess i'm afraid to stop. i'll stop.

let this be the last image.