Sans Hope.
Sometimes, when lost in the woods, the path we choose is the wrong one.I guess I'm in a scary shit phase. When hope is gone, all we have is fear.
This post inspired by b.
posted by Sans Pantaloons at 7:48 AM
Patron Saint of Doodle without pants!
12 Comments:
You have nothing to fear but fear itself....or maybe that path...I think you should fly out of there now. The path does not compute.
Identity, I will take your sound advice. The path is an old mineral railway line, with a vertical drop of thirty feet down to the river Avon.
I don't really have wings. . .
I wondered how much of the drop was real and how much was digital manipulation. The wings...those have to be real!
the power of blogging = hope (the ability to send doodle to summer camp)
viva sans pantaloons
Identity, I keep them folded underneath my strait-jacket.
Anne, viva Doodle!
what is that wicked winged thang
Ritardo, the thing represents my dark side.
At least you're stylin' out there beside the vertical drop.
Are you on a bummer Sans? Que paso?
Julia, it's a bad habit I have.
Marjorie, I was feeling a bit melancholy for a while, but making some improvement. I guess the weight of the world can crush even my broad shoulders. That and my credit card bill.
Okay, I was a bit worried, I hate credit cards, I really do.
So, now if I win the lottery not only will I buy everyone a palapa on the beach, I'll see what I can do about that bill.
Knock on wood
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get betters.
XXX
Marjorie, Thank you for that!
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