presented without prejudice.



Tomorrow:  We run out of leather for shoes and are punished.  When we are asleep, elves come.  


Right now you are thinking that they will save us, miraculously, heroically.  


They do not. 


They stare at us condescendingly.  Some of us cry in our sleep. When we awake, there is no leather, and we are punished again.

I was working on this.  It is done.  ISH.  I want to be happy about it.

Tomorrow:  We bench press sacks of butter that are more than equal to our body weight.  We do this in public under a hot sun.  As the melting butter slathers us, we glisten and are beautiful. 

the green man and the mustache

Today:  This guy.

Tomorrow:  We make make palaeolithic pancakes using only the boiled hair of an extinct mammoth.  They are fucking terrible. 

the genie in hot pink

dante

the genie full

the other date

the genie detail

hamlet

filcher the magnificent