Zevon Price
@zevonprice
An author of horror and mystery who has, now, published more than children's stories. Will scare and delight you, and maybe even gross you out a little.
Can’t sleep, so I’m sitting on the front porch at 4am with Taterhead. It’s quiet enough to hear the metal on the garage clanking and popping from heat expansion, and the air smells faintly like autumn, though I’m not sure why. The moon has a halo and the air a subtle chill.
Hey God, it’s me again. Yeah, I know. But anyway, the whole point of my ancestors evolving lungs and crawling out of the primordial oceans was so we WOULDN’T HAVE TO BREATHE FUCKING WATER ANYMORE.
Squirrel visited our redneck crow feeder today. It has been surprisingly popular since we put it out. We’ve had squirrels, chipmunks, crows, all kinds of birds, and one curious deer.
I took a battery out of my dog’s moth the other day. I don’t even know where he found it, but trying to pry a pitbull’s mouth open when they reaaally want what they found is damn near impossible. The butthead in question.
Tonight’s moon. It’s good to remember that no matter how bad your day was, that the moon will always rise.
Saw this today as I checked the garden. So many tiny little lives, moving unnoticed, doing what they’re meant to do and then moving on.
A lovely bloom off my Pope John Paul rose. He is beautiful and showy and I can’t believe he’s taken off the way he has.
I’ve been waiting for this forever so long. It’s a Cuddle Clone of Millie. She was my best girl, and even though this could never come close to replacing her, at least I have this.
I treated myself to a crocheted Polly Puppy doll from Bluey for my birthday. She has lots of cute crocheted items. Definitely check her out! www.etsy.com/shop/Gracefu...
Peach vodka, unsweetened tea, and homemade lavender syrup. I call it “Please God Don’t Let Me Wake Up Until Tuesday.”