Burdock grasps out with its hook-claws, purply mass exploding in a flurry of velcro-like abominations.
I like the photo, though. Almost makes my plague of burdock bearable.
*burrs claw at every surface of my body*
*burrs dig hooks deep into my soul*
*I am burrs*
In other news! My class is coming up soon, and there are still slots open. I’ve been putting together the material for Writing the Strange for a while now and things are really starting to look good. If you’re in the Rochester, MN area and want to come write short stories with me in October, HERE YOU GO.