It reminds me of a string of wet sponges; it reminds me of tattered washing on the line; it reminds me of stale bean soup, of college yells, of dogs barking idiotically through endless nights. It is so bad that a sort of grandeur creeps into it. It drags itself out of the dark abysm…of pish, and crawls insanely up to the topmost pinnacle of posh. It is rumble and bumble. It is flap and doodle. It is balder and dash.
-H.L. Mencken
3 Comments:
What a beautiful boy.
How does it make you feel when he stretches? Pretty amazing, huh?
Fort James
that was a sweet post.
I don't get to salute but I promise when I do it'll be better for you...
hell of a cute kid. simply beautiful.
respect.
faticus
cute kid! nice work Mayhew's!
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