Showing posts with label triptych. Show all posts
Showing posts with label triptych. Show all posts

Saturday, March 03, 2007

The Bird is Dead -- or IS IT?

“…but if you’ll do me the honour of accepting my hand in marriage, I swear I’ll devote my life to making your every dream come true. Oh, do say you will…” “Oh, Bertie, you’ve made me the happiest chaffinch alive! Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!” *swoon* The others thought this was kind of fucked up, but what the hell—as long as he was being a gentleman about it.
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Thursday, March 01, 2007

The Bird is Still Dead

'This bird... it knows stuff.' 'It's like, it's like it's seen things we'll never see.' 'Sing your secrets to us, winged sage - ka-kaw! Ka-kaw!' '“Guys, I am so fucking blazed right now.'
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Tuesday, February 27, 2007

The Bird is Dead

'Live! Live, I say! I am the resurrection, damn you!' 'It's still not moving - you’re not Jesus at all, are you?' 'What? No, I am! I did the water-into-urine thing perfectly, remember?' 'Yeah, about that...'
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Friday, October 27, 2006

Timmy Points... for the Last Time

'Look, Mummy -- it's raining testicles!' 'You're having dirty thoughts again, aren't you, Timmy? Back in the autoclave.'

That's enough of that.
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Wednesday, October 25, 2006

Timmy Points Again

'Look, Mummy - the risen Christ! And he’s brought my new kidney!' 'That sounds like the brain tumours talking, Timmy. Back in the kennel.'

Yeah, I'm doing a thing -- it's the owls all over again.
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Monday, October 23, 2006

Timmy Points

'Look, Mummy -- killer bees! Thousands of them!' 'Don't point Timmy -- pointing gives you cancer.' 'But...' 'Cancer. Back in the cupboard.'
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Friday, April 14, 2006

OWLS!

Worst. Secret decoder rings. Ever.
Yeah, I went with a theme this week. Back to more varied fare after Easter.
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Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Owls!

'Colonising their index fingers is only the first step -- soon we shall be feasting on their fatted juvenile organs.' 'Yes, soon.'

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Monday, April 10, 2006

Owls.

Johnnie and Lisa's preserved corpses made perfect perches for the Professor's owlets. Those taxidermy lessons were worth every penny.
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