Thursday, January 18, 2007

It fell on this dude's car
Originally uploaded by uncascrooge.
Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! Rage! Blow!
You cataracts and hurricanes, spout
Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks!
You sulphurous and thought-executing fires,
Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,
Singe my [blond] head! And thou, all-shaking thunder,
Smite flat the thick rotundity o' the world!
Crack nature's moulds, and germens spill at once,
That make ingrateful man!

[That's my room, two bay windows up from the car's front bumper. The city has come to clear it up now and I can once again get at my bicycle in the shed. Here are some more pictures.]

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