BUNKO FORGETS HER CHAPSTICK

As she waits to die,

she looks up at the sky,

and wonders why,

her lips are dry.

DEATH ARRIVES IN BROOKLYN… ON A HORSE

Last night I posted this photo on my iphone tumblr and one of my favorite Tumblr Aussie friends, iwillnothangmyselftoday, replied with this awesome message…

“Wait, is someone actually throwing out a black rider for hard rubbish collection? Where you live is amazing, Tanner. Who are these people?!”

I loved this reply and yes, it’s true, someone was throwing out this “black rider” (we just call him “death” here in America). I wanted to bring him home with me but a) he was heavy, and b) Vicki would have killed me. It’s funny if you think about it… had I brought death into our home I would have literally died, well played death… well played. Oh, and if you look closely, there’s a blue stuffed animal laying on the ground behind death. He appears to be dead but hopefully he’s just sleeping.

Anyway, back to your question… I don’t know who these crazy Brooklyn people are, but a few months ago Vicki and I were outside our apartment hula hooping on buckets while wearing furball hats, so I’m not really one to judge.

The room is red,

her glasses white,

her man is dead,

she won the fight.

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She hides her eyes,

beneath her cloak,

as her child dies,

in the fire and smoke.

mystery child,

in the hood,

do you get wild?

i think you should.