Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Salt in the Wounds.



















I'm scarred shitless by snails. Public speaking, heights, blood, creepy men, I can deal with. Snails are a different story. I hate them. Since its getting colder and wetter in Melbourne the swarm of snails are beginning to appear at sun down. This is why I don't go out after dark anymore. Alex says there's nothing to be afraid of, they are nothing more than moving slim that nibble your mail. I wish I could see snails that way. But I can't, I don't know why, they just freak me out, even when I was little. SO! Coulson and I are in the middle of creating necklace chains with salt sachets as pendants as a way of conveniently destroying snails, adding flavour to food or throwing in someone's eyes. See what you can accomplish with a Melbourne Uni student as your best friend/lover/all round cool cat.
p.s That photo was taken before he became a Buddhist monk. He has even less hair now.

Mad Dog.

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