

Tulip my beautiful contact stick, poi and a sadly neglected devilstick. I think it had angel sticks with it somewhere (firey handsticks as well as a firey devilstick) but haven't played with them for so long.... and of course, young molly mole, who aspires to great juggling prowess, but is hampered by the shortness of her paws and the complete absence of the ability to hold anything with just one paw. She is the little furry blur that is my avatar, in her christmas incarnation as the mole of war.



Solitude sometimes speaks to you, and you should listen.
)

Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!
KITTENS!!!!


Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!
KITTENS!!!!

Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!
KITTENS!!!!
Well, shall we go?
Yes, let's go.
[They do not move.]
Well, shall we go?
Yes, let's go.
[They do not move.]

Getting to the other side 
Well, shall we go?
Yes, let's go.
[They do not move.]
:D:D:D:D:D:D:D there's nothing quite as fulfilling as a tasty airwrap
if you're full of sh!t, at least you're fertile
"we are all flowers growing in God's garden... and that is why he spreads the sh!t around" - David Byrne



Love is the law.
Well, shall we go?
Yes, let's go.
[They do not move.]
You need a sceptre.
Well, shall we go?
Yes, let's go.
[They do not move.]

Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!
KITTENS!!!!

Love is the law.

Well, shall we go?
Yes, let's go.
[They do not move.]
(before I was one obviously
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Well, shall we go?
Yes, let's go.
[They do not move.]
Well, shall we go?
Yes, let's go.
[They do not move.]
Well, shall we go?
Yes, let's go.
[They do not move.]
Love is the law.

Love is the law.
Love is the law.