In the eye of the beholder

You see silhouetted unicorns, prancing merrily as the day is dawning.

Please tell me I'm not the only one who spots a pair of polite paws at the top left corner of this photograph. They're altogether distracting and lovely.

I see renegade 'corns, black as night with glowing eyes. As tall as a castle. Pawing at the barren earth and participating in horn-to-horn combat as night closes in.

They'll transition you out of the lavender maned, glittery hooved creatures of your childhood and catapult you into your angst-ridden teen years with the swish of their unkempt tail.

These aren't your little sister's unicorns.

Even the trees are in awe.

This picture needs a "Flash" style theme song. Is it weird that that's what pops into my head when I behold this artistic masterpiece clad in its teeny tiny brass frame?

This is not the first time I've seen sabre-tooth "tigers" and unicorns portrayed together. Methinks we need to revisit our studies of fossils of the Pleistocene era. We obviously missed an important one. A radiant, gold-footed, shiny, magestic, important one.

And the over-representation of unicorns continues

Gangsta Unicorn does his best thug pose.

Yes I see the flower and still called him a "he". He's a unicorn, for crying out loud.

Not enough glitter

2:31:26

The precise moment that a little girl stopped believing in unicorns.