Pillows

Description: All webbed in at the moment - my apologies.

Description: Hot muggy nights where the air becomes a tangible thing that slithers around you relentlessly.

Description: When the wind starts blowing through the air on a clear evening, you can feel it coming. Tickling at your skin and reminding your primal brain that harvest time is afoot.

Description: New wave to old wave, time falls away from the sky before our very eyes.

Description: You can see it if you peek just behind the clouds.

Description: The way of the moon can be seen in its glowing steps.

Description: These ladies are looking for a good time - you really don't want any part of this.

Description: Time laps at the shore of summer, pulling the sands of time back to her depths.

Description: You don't want to invite Geo to your next luau - he always goes a little nuts when he sees pina colada's.

Description: Mona really wanted to munch on you but she just saw the bar.

Description: Shhh - Peety doesn't remember his need for brains. If we back away slowly...

Description: I think Nathan should have just gone towards the light - er food dehydrator. I hear prunes are making a come back.

Description: At least they look thorn-less. But that just isn't making me feel any better.

Description: Jackie enjoys having a good time, but people don't always enjoy having a good time with Jackie.

Description: Is he covered in his own jam? How horrifying.

Description: I'm gonna tell you something brother - you don't want anything to do with this fruit.

Description: Roddy is mad as hell and he's not going to take it anymore. I'm not sure what "it" is but I think we should all just go along with it.

Description: Yea so, Adam is going to need you to run away slower, as he has no legs - only feat. Thank you in advance.

Description: What does an undead watermelon think about?

Description: Gary won't talk about much more than the great cherry burning of '95. I heard it was pretty tough for cherries that day, but it was a tasty day none the less.

Description: I know you love avocados but please, in the name of all that is holy, please don't eat this one.

Description: Things have been happening out on your counter at night. I think ripeness is the least of your worries now...

Description: I think he is making an offer you best not refuse.

Description: My best advice is to pick one eye and just focus on that when you talk to her.

Description: He seems to have you in his sights... I'd be worried.

Description: What does a Peacock dream about?

Description: "So here's to the golden moon And here's to the silver sea"

Description: So Earl is already dead and, well Dale's along for the ride.

Description: When freedom meets confinement.

Description: Floating through the cosmos... wait no just feeling really good.

Description: She was hoping to get a good squeeze, but now she only longs for a roll in the compost bin.

Description: Another flower often found creeping around my barn.

Description: Her eyes have seen the beauty of death.

Description: Tommy has been feeling pretty proud of himself since that bird incident.

Description: Under the moon love can still bloom in a decayed heart.

Description: Trumpets of glory that herald the gardens death.