I think heroic deeds were all conceiv'd in the open air, and all free poems also,
I think I could stop here myself and do miracles,
I think whatever I shall meet on the road I shall like, and whoever
beholds me shall like me,
I think whoever I see must be happy.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
bringin back blinkie bill
a wee lil paintin'done on a piece of cardboard given to me by an ol' Austrian chap named Ollie; found the inspiration from a bathroom door somewhere in the inland bit of southern western australia
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