Harvest Time!

Nothing quite like the feel of wet drywall.
It's like... well, nothing, like I said.

I have no doubt that this load of garbage
will make some landfill very happy.

Sink to Sink

Dear wash basin,

We regret to inform you
that everything you
once knew
has been
stripped away
and replaced
with an exact
duplicate.

Regards,
The Owners.

Will the Real Walls please Stand Up?

All this talk about houses is making me want to paint.

Pick a color. Any color. We got lots of rooms. Five to be exact. Plus exterior walls that just got pressure washed. We need colors. Don't hold back, now.

Alternatives

In case the new place doesn't get done in time, I found a nice apartment just down the way.

Rustically cozy, eh?

Bones. Wood.

Everything hangs on them.
Everything moves from them.
Everything hides them.

Bones. Wood.

Injections

What's he putting in there?
A speckled egg?
A deadly glare?

What's he putting in there?
A rusty nail?
A truth laid bare?

What's he putting in there?

Your Reflection is Giving me the Eye

Every decade or so, when the winds are right and the snow is strong, the great jape basement lake freezes over, creating the marvelous rink for skaters of all ages.