Per prophesy, I met Trevor in Kowloon before high noon, five days after the full moon.
(With permission to disclothes the origins of his hand-me-over arrival costume components)
Hat- Jamie Jack, Hoodie- Molly in Mexico, Backpack- Edie Stone (originally for Harper),
Programming pants- (automatic pants), Shoes- Army Surplus Faeries during high school.
Tres chic! So fuzzy! *twirl, wriggle, swoon*!
One of the many birds befowling the park.
A uniformed authority figure really ought to stand by this with a suede flogger.
Nothing abnormal is going on here. Just move along.
Cat on a stool guards a magazine stand just off of Nathan Road.
Incense coils strung up at an old temple maintained among modern buildings.
We leave dusted in ash, our lungs full of holy smokes!
If this fruit-minding cat appears perplexed, it may be due to
the logic problem surrounding him. The apples are in the box labelled
"table grapes" while a mix of apples and oranges are labelled "apples"
and the box marked with apples and oranges contains cherries. What is
the missing label on the box of oranges? Hint: there are no table grapes.
Puer tea leaf blocks in a tea shoppe in Kunming.
Trevorberry casts a spell of nomnomnomCHOMPsky with his wand of +5 fruit.
This is as cute as a dried pig snout on a spreader is going to get.
Carnival of carnage.
My, what an auspiciously-shaped dead duck dingle-dangle!
Bad ducks go to hell.
Nothing screams "FESTIVE!" like a crucified duck.
Avian revenge in the park across from the market. *kersplat*
Hitchcockian hurricane of reasonable frightfulness.
(Avian flu: DO NOT WANT!)