I have, admittedly, been not only instagram impaired lately, but posting impaired as well. I have been a bit distracted lately. Spring fever? Sure. Let’s blame spring fever. It was a legitimate excuse when I was in school so why can’t I use it now?
What’s that? You say I can?
Well hot damn!
My Life in Instagram-vision
Ahhhh…fortune cookie wisdom.
The Secret Garden Mutation No.1
A zombie love story. Yes. Really. But it’s so much more. Read it. Gorgeous. Poetic. Don’t think zombies can be poetic? Check it: “In my palm I can feel the echo of her pulse, standing in for the absence of mine.” Yeah. I now have a crush on a fictional undead guy. Read it. Isaac Marion = Brilliant.
Make a wish…(Trite, I know but still…how often do you actually come across a Zoltar machine?)
There’s a hole in the bucket, dear Liza, dear Liza. There’s a hole in the bucket, dear Liza, a hole.
You know what old Willy S. said about roses and names…
I know some of you are on instagram. Don’t be shy! Share your username in the comments section so we can be nosey and take a peek at your pics. Pretty please with cherries on top? And while I’m thinking of it…I’m considering making a series of cute little bitty limited edition books of my instagram photos. What do you think? Hell yes or hell no? Weigh in here or on facebook.
Kisses & Chaos,
Alli Woods Frederick