Quirky?
You can say that again . . .
I have an eye on my finger and a little face in my throat.
I start to cry. Tears fall down my face. And down my finger.
The eye on my finger is shedding tears too.
You'll be speechless.
A strangling rose.
A ghost chicken.
A tiny hole for a mouth.
A living copy – of yourself.
Football toads.
