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Ukulele Valentine Heart Box Papercraft

As promised the kit’s finished and posted! So print, cut, and glue stick your way into your uke-crazed sweetie’s heart with this sturdy little box. Fill it with chocolates, Jake Shimabukuro tickets, or last weekend’s oatmeal — they’ll not care as they’ll be busily cooing over your kind attentions. You, of course, will walk taller, look slimmer, and undoubtedly be recognized as a leader and quickly promoted to senior whatever-it-is-you-do-all-day just for having assembled this authentic, 100% accurate, playable mini-ukulele (that’s a lie and you know it — but it is a rather cute box).

(via PizzaByTheSlice)

Reblogged from Uke Hunt cont...

After Days. Part III. Learning to adapt.

In her room the girl waits, and quietly sobs

Tears stream down her face, in her chest her heart throbs

Like drums of death, each beat it does toll

That she knows he is coming, her own monstrous troll

His feet thud on the stairs and she hears the loud grunt

Of his breath it is heaving it’s time to confront

Her fear and her future all rolled into one

She looks down, in her palm is the silver handgun

As he climbs up to get her, the door bears the force

Of his first wave of fury he draws nearer the source

Of so much of his pain in a frenzy of fists

He thunders right through, the door barely resists

After Days (working title)

I am writing a graphic poem and will be posting bits and pieces of it when I feel bold enough. It’s a sort of post-apocalyptic fantasy.

Everything that frightened you as a child and you explained away as an adult has come to find you.

~tall tales~

THE WISHING WELL WHO WISHED HE WASN’T

The well was dark and dank and deep

And into him the girl would weep

And throw her coins and make a wish

Her one true loves return

The wishing well could not relate

Just what had been her true loves fate

That she was never far from him

As long as she did yearn.

tumblrbot asked: ROBOTS OR DINOSAURS?

ROBOTS!

~tall tales~

THE STORY OF THE GIRL WHO LOST HER LITTLE SISTER

While walking in the woods

And playing hide and seek

She lost her little sister

But heard her silent shriek

Now the woods are haunted

No trace was ever found

Dark things hunt for little girls

Light footsteps on the ground

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