Might candy come from friendly sorts
With punkins bright upon the porch
But all the black between those spaces
Habitat with monstrous races...
Loathsome kin of haints and witches
Seek the skin you cloak in stitches
Poppin' out the human threads
That bind a shoulder to its head.
Old School charm abounds in Mr. Bumblegrin's works.
His blog.
His flickr.
His book.
Monday, June 6, 2011
The Haunted World Of Bumble Bindlegrim
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1 comments:
*love* this pic. I miss Halloween....I'm sure not nearly as much as you two, but still, it's worth saying. :)
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