Tanks and Insects

I'm gonna start a blog called Tanks and Insects. It's gonna be big (and small).

Apr
20th

Mon

Hey. Nice v-neck. Wanna get some tacos?

Postcards are contemptible. Shot by scarved Adamses, mended and sewn by interns. But this ruffled rectangle here, I would gladly tack to a wall.

We’re having meat potatoes for dinner. A little salt. Bacon bits. Not even a distant memory of the apocalypse.

The 60s were a wild night, wouldn’t you say, Ray? You know I’m jive, Sally.

Apr
19th

Sun

You’re dead to me.

Operation Lazy Eye is almost underway.

You have to put up with needless bed skirts at your grandmother’s house because her baked peaches really light up the night.

Hot dog! We got ourselves a wet one!

Apr
18th

Sat

The inner city is no place for a ballerina. That’s what they told you, but you’ll show them and their key lime pies. You’ll be a star.

District B-13 is the worst ghetto in Paris.

That Irish exchange student made for the worst summer subleaser, always doing lines, watching Golden Eye.

Villains, I say to you now: Knock off all that evil!

[Hypergurl]

I don’t know what’s over this leaf. Probably nothing. I’ll just check anyway.

Runner up at the Maryland Miss Chesapeake Scholarship Teen Beauty Pageant. Going back to get her sash. Can you believe she almost forgot it?

Apr
17th

Fri

Your favorite indie folk singer in 25 years.