harold.lloyd:
stuck for inspiration
harold.lloyd:
junk shot
harold.lloyd:
"Come Walrus spotting, harold", they said. "It'll be fun", they said. "There's this glacier where they all congregate."
harold.lloyd:
Stay with the rude multitude till I return.
harold.lloyd:
should have been six inches to the left when I took this
harold.lloyd:
Yellow tides, golden eyes... red and white, red and wise
harold.lloyd:
Dana Katherine Scully, M.D.
harold.lloyd:
Don't touch me 'cause I'm electric, and if you touch me, you'll get shocked
harold.lloyd:
God only knows what I'd be without you
harold.lloyd:
tired as all hell
harold.lloyd:
Driving in your car, I never never want to go home
harold.lloyd:
autumn means crispy leaves. crispy leaves mean sad bokeh friday.
harold.lloyd:
anonymous flower
harold.lloyd:
International Orange
harold.lloyd:
Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces
harold.lloyd:
Sad little teddy had a bad dream this sad bokeh friday morning. Please give sad little teddy a hug.
harold.lloyd:
sad little teddy has his hibernation disturbed
harold.lloyd:
sad little teddy is weary with woe
harold.lloyd:
o hai!
harold.lloyd:
sad little teddy should turn around and look at the nice bokeh
harold.lloyd:
like bubbles in a late-disturbed stream
harold.lloyd:
bleh
harold.lloyd:
because it's there
harold.lloyd:
Whatever lurks ahead, grievous abominations and disorder, you and me walk into together as always
harold.lloyd:
Go West! Life is peaceful there
harold.lloyd:
All around me darkness gathers / Fading is the sun that shone / We must speak of other matters / You can be me when I'm gone
harold.lloyd:
Still your hands, And still your heart, And still your face comes shining through, And all the morning glows anew
harold.lloyd:
I waited for you winterlong / You seemed to be where I belong
harold.lloyd:
it is sad because soon it will be no more *sniffer*
harold.lloyd:
do electric sheep dream of robotic grass?
