Sunday, April 17, 2011

For Forsythe

For my oldest and best-est friend, Forsythe. Because she wrote a song about armadillos 10 years ago, and because I was watching Arthur the anteater like to eat ants wish I had long tongue think anteaters are adorable and dangerous when you aren't expecting them to be.
Forsythe. Come back from Mexico, you moon armadillo, you. 

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