Peteroo's Blog

Red walls of the kitchen may increase gustatory desire. So, behind paintings, does blood-hue fan art’s fire?

Pieces rescued from a forgotten bastle house are now home, where guests dial speeds by which they pass and roam.

Frames chocolate-box window scenes of contrast and unrest. Ideals remain on the horizon even in worlds imagine-fully pressed.

Artist on display was never a member of movement’s pleiad, but seven minutes of exposure to limned scenes leaves open minds even more lucid. ; )

Does a horse’s quiddity require a rider?

Do rider’s kicks relay formication for rosy trotter?

Horse cannot be resiled to an expressive pony with pastures in need of passed heres.

If having missments makes one human, then horsing around may make one woo!-hum. ; )

Ice bolt freezes veins before thoughts take the reigns.

Imagined unknown around corner’s last step leaves one blenching.

Trapped in a situation without possibility of feeding geophagia, each obloquy is aimed at the unmet tenants around the unwell case of invisible stares and nutritionless shares.

When Buffalo buffalo are not buffaloing other Buffalo buffalo, they crimp through grassless fields of snow.

After they journey a bit, some choose to stand in a manner grand so that those who grandstand will more likely be chosen by the matador.

Exterior appears as a horned, Eeyore of a bear where interior contrasts as quite halcyonic and debonair.

When buffalo blink, there is no reason to suspect either wooly-flirt or bison-bluff up-skirt; photopsia episodes imply just ‘hi-bye’ from the typical buffalo shy. ; )

Edges worn and torn merit no need for body to be expunged for pinnacles of utility require not states pristine, but, rather, character and inspiration on pages between. Morning may mug, but its wet cannot deter one’s appointments with day’s delights, so softened corners, as well, shall whet one’s mind to find fire-flaughts in content, proving darkened corners turn into alleys of worthwhile sights. ; )