Thursday, 24 March 2011
James O'Rourke
I will bless his memory every time I look at the Charles Beck bird I bought from him. Which is to say everyday since it sits on the window ledge overlooking Beethoven Platz in Weimar, Germany. A Kenyan spotted kitty guards him from evil spritz. Or her. I never got Beck to tell me about its sex. It's just sexy. Period.
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