Sand, nil-height hourglass mite. Timely, en noble mus'c Challenge accepted, Baum! Life conquers all. Animals shine: drought's light Biolum'nescently. Cueball Dee, Megan patch. (not sure where the stress would go best in this line, but I'm thinking "cue" now) Liquor scene, fall.
Posted on 2013-05-27 04:25 by Artemis_Wolf.
Snicker-snack sneaky-snake Wandering reptiles im- peril the peace of this paradise found I'd say the folks in this antediluvian garden should urgently seek higher ground.
Posted on 2013-05-28 02:34 by xpatiate.
Absolute Absolut Splashing of mixes Needs the permission of Someone adept. Perhaps a large quorum of Quasityrannical Quinquagenarians Would not be inept.
Posted on 2013-05-28 05:44 by bmonk.
The Thread goes on, ever ever on, Post by post, hat by hat, Blitz by blitz, rat by rat, The thread goes on, ever ever on. *shrug*
Posted on 2013-05-28 19:09 by TheMinim.
The Sea. A sandy frontier. I tried to picture creatures waiting for it as they moved through the newpix. What do they look like? Molpies, beesnakes. With pretty neat rivers. I kept dreaming of a world I thought I'd never see. And then, one day... I fell in.
Posted on 2013-05-31 02:40 by Eternal Density.
Cassini, Fantasy? Post 'pocalypticly, Madagascarian, Whence is It set? Watch silluettedly, Monochromatic'lly, Wait for revelations, We don't know yet!
Posted on 2013-05-31 06:07 by ergman.
Sneaky, sneaky Molpy onna cliff come slinking, sliding up to the scarp Looking for moplys that fly and buzz or ones that ribbit into the night. So who will be the most frightened of all? You? Or ol' Cueball?
Posted on 2013-05-31 07:21 by pelrigg.
Oldpixbot Newpixbot Says Cuegan sings swan song Reaching the summit and Rounding a bend. Geoactivity Fiery lava flow Drowning dramatically This is the end.
Posted on 2013-06-02 20:00 by astrocub.
Rice liqueur, licorice, My brand new Buffyhat Placed on my head in her Very last few. Retiring tirédly Bootlegged Milliner: Hal9k-dashery Knows what to do.
Posted on 2013-06-03 07:53 by ergman.
Elderly, shmelderly! This is my first day as quinquagenarian. How can it be? He in the mirror is balding and greying and yielding to gravity. He can't be me!
Posted on 2013-06-05 18:51 by mikrit.