In the Graab of Desolation

"Sniffer of carrion / premature gravedigger / seeker of the nest of evil in the bosom of a good word / you, who sleep at our vigil / and fast for our feast / you with your dislocated reason / have cutely foretold / your shade / and by the auguries of rocks in parlament / death with every disaster / the dynamitisation of colleagues / the reducing of records to ashes / the levelling of all customs by blazes / the return of a lot of sweetempered gunpowdered didst unto dudst,,," - Shaun the Post

Tuesday, 7 February 2012

Into the Looking-Glass he gazed, wondering if he could truly go through with it

There's something funny about these stairs, but you can't quite put your finger on it. Of course, you yourself have probably figured out a lot of things wrong with the staircase, but you are irrelevant to the canon here.