Midnight. One more night without sleepin’.
Watchin’. ‘Til the mornin’ comes creepin’.
Green door, what’s that secret you’re keepin’?
posted by Sheila Ryan in consciousness, dreams, memory, mystery | * | 6 comments
Lovely picture, Sheila. Reminds me of how I used to stare for a long time at the plastic containers of “Dep” hair gel at the five and dime store. In this case it also makes me think of what we sometimes have to go through just to get home.
i see a green door & paint it red.
Both you guys made me grin.
(And there really is this green door — this very one — in a stall at the DIY car wash in town.)
It’s like Piss Christ but with less piss and less christ.
Joel, I just spewed a mouthful of Jones Green Apple soda.