a grubby mottled brown, the color of dirty soap on the bathroom floor.

I wish I had large quantities of dead bumble bees.

packed in a jar. thems nice colors.

google search.

like a thanksgiving feast, the exact moment when the gravy runs into the cranberry sauce and you get this gelatinous goo that consumes the plate. thrown in some turkey skin and bam there you have those brown oxford heels that blog lady is so fond of.
though someone should really help her with a haircut, pretentious faux hipster.

like I need more oxfords.

they look like a mallard, or rather a mallard decoy.
carved out of wood with only the slightest cross hatching.
graham cracker floaties?
what?

horrible ballet flats.

sawdust, rubbed on a open wound.
once I wore the damned things downtown, only to return barefooted and bleeding.

slippers

the color and consistency of a gutted beanie baby,
the otter one.
seaweed was his name.

it smells like damp wool and dandelions. very odd combination, but not all together unpleasant.