I keep finding random things…in my lap…
The king of wooden heads has a wonderful crown – just like a tree.
All’s well that ends well and this is my stairwell. It’s rude to stare, by the way.
Who is more clever, the bird or me the tree?
There is a place in the ocean, full of junk. Plastic mostly. It’s the size of the United Kingdom. One day it will enter the water cycle (it’s already in the food cycle because fish and birds eat the smaller pieces) and then it will rain little pieces of junk. The water cycle will also [...]
Never mind me, what brings you here?
To Ethel, We never really knew you (and to be honest, we stopped caring). Good luck in your new job.
Don’t know what I’m lookin’ for but if I keep an eye out, I’ll know it when I see it.
Now, was it tug once to come up or twice? The air in this train’s a bit on the stale side. Can’t see a thing down here either.