THE SKY IS MY COLOURING BOOK

Nature makes the best game of Mr. Squiggle. 

Here's what I see. Scroll to the bottom for a cheat sheet if you haven't the fainest idea.

A girl with a pony tail being kissed on the head by a horny snail.

A chicken farting in its sleep.

A pirate snow man.

Dino the Dinosaur.

Marge Simpson dressed as an angel reaching for a hamburger.

HEART ON SLEEVE IS POOR ADVICE

RETURN OF THE EVIL LAUGH

After a month of enjoying sun shine, family, great food, kisses and balmy nights, I have pulled my finger out and again embracing MOOHAHA.  

Me thinks, 2013 is going to be a big year...

UGLY-BEAUTIFUL

I went for a stroll in one of the most beautiful and contrasting alleys in Melbourne, DeGraves. Filled with nooks and crannies, the smell of coffee combined with last night's booze and everything in-between. A place where hipsters, tourist, try-hards and office workers all convene for their morning hit.

I sat on the step (being one of those try-hards with a camera) watching a man set up his cello. He closed his eyes and began to play and when I saw his expression change, I noticed what he was looking at opposite him: 

For those wondering what happened to the man, I went over to see if I should call an ambulance. 
He told me to "F*ck off... wait... unless you gotta beer?!"
The cello played on.