There's a snail I know,
He thinks that he has a lot of friends,
But he just, cant remember where they live,
And if he did,
He couldn't leave his house to visit them.
So, he plods along,
Wishing that he could sing a song,
But his mouth is on the underside of him,
and the ground would muffle every single word.
So he is silent.
Leaving nothing behind him but some ooze,
And that's not his fault.
No, not his fault.
-Libi-
Here's some new listings in my shop.
Link: http://www.etsy.com/listing/76296126/totoro-set-of-three-wall-hanging
Pictures:
http://www.etsy.com/listing/76295059/wall-hanging-portrait-of-a-girl?ref=v1_other_2
Before you see this one you have to watch this video
Mercy was out of town for a couple of days and I was bored out of my mind. Dad comes home from work, doesn't say a word, sits down on the couch and starts singing this song. Yeah. I made this for him.
http://www.etsy.com/listing/76294387/fish-head-wall-hanging?ref=v1_other_2
I also made portraits of Mercy and me, but I forgot to take pictures. So, just imagine it in your heads. RIGHT NOW!
Also, Brett Dennen is the best, keep that in mind if you need music. I really like his stuff.
I always wondered what you are supposed to say at the end of a blog post. Is it like a letter to anybody that you sign with your name? Do you say Bye? What about ciao? nothanks. But anyway... Farewell.
Oh, just so you know! Roly poly fish heads are never seen drinking cappuccino in Italian restaurants with oriental women! Yeah.
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