Open Mondays thru the end of the season or until you hit dirt.
After that it's still harder than it looks, easier than it seems.
Made to your specifications. While you wait.
Fine-grained and wall-mounted in every possible direction.
Eat from a bowl. Crap on the floor. Come as you are.
All OK as long as you salute.
Eh. Not so confused after all.
But colorful. If your cones is still working.
Sometimes it turn out this way.
Recently the harbor out here was covered with linoleum, then waxed.
In the main it waxes blue, and I had onions for lunch.
Recently I have been promoted from a dwarf planet to a gas giant.
But still, still they will not let me go out alone. You? Do you like lamps?
Sometimes better than one.
Sometimes only side-by-side.
Do bush think? Do them?
Look more closely next time.
If you could say only one thing about everything, what?
Would that make the one leg box stop its hop?
On your marks. Get set.
Count down carefully from there.
Lots of times.
I need the practice.