when words fail me, which is often, I paint. When words work for me and are available on time, I am surprised.

Saturday, May 19, 2007

Stinkhorns




I fear I may have buried too many Bad-Guy Voodoo dolls in the compost pile. Look whats rising up out of the flower beds.

4 comments:

Michelle O'Neil said...

I've never heard of a stink horn, but I sure don't like the looks of 'em.

thirdworstpoetinthegalaxy said...

Ha! Oh, my...

Jerri said...

Hilariously awful.

Matt said...

I'm sure you know how to put down this... uprising. ;)