New Zealand
then Gregil spoke this verse
bags bulging with loot
mossy vikings make landfall
poor plundered kiwis
sick transit gloria
we have been smoten
both feeling ill in our room
cruel airplane awaits
a must-see
on Kiwi tv
you can’t make up stuff like this
my man boobs and me
happy Thanksgiving from down under
Civic Square, Wellington
The choice of master Samwise
admire the lies
crispy bacon in soup mix?
fantastic, truly
we Photoshopped in a few clouds for our friends in the Great Northwet
Marlborough Sounds, Flavor Country
help! we’ve been trapped inside a postcard
Doubtful Sound, Fiordland NP
to the two people who are still reading this blog
Anchorage Bay, Abel Tasman National Park
girl contemplating snack with boots on
the werechild hungers
portents of a down frenzy
doomed geese waddle on
view from palatial flat in Picton
two floors, two bathrooms
two bedrooms, two balconies
now where is my clone?
does the Mighty Casey know about this?
open container?
no, sir, it’s just a soda
dayglo camouflage
this land is my land
is it a theme park?
what sort of rides could there be?
VR beer goggles?
the sheep-based internet blows
like the ebbing tide
the wireless network recedes
talking to myself
