The Holy Gospel according to the Prairie Messiah

Like a myth you rode in from the west. From the go you had my button pressed. Did the tea-time of your soul Make you long for wilder days? Did you never let Jack Kerouac Wash over you in waves?

Tuesday, May 16, 2006

Silk and satin, leather and lace. Black panties with an angel´s face.



Apparently, I was in a too much in a state of shock to think of getting a pic of Sam's round shaggy bed. However, I did manage to get a couple of snapshots. One of a bizarre four eyed demon decipted upon black velvet and surrounded by a few examples of addiction vices. The other picture features a cozy outdoor oasis complete with recycled pedestal sink planters. These shots were taken during my last venture to antique alley.

In other news, I have been working on a gigantic latch hook rug to hang in my living room AND I purchased an Appalachian dulcimer which I intend to learn how to play.

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