Pretty much.
If it wasn't for the 7 odd pound lump of love that just ate its way out of my sister's no-no hole, I would probably feel like "god", or karma, or "the way", or Zoroaster, or Thor, or Natural Selection has totally been taking a giant shit atop my general location for the past couple weeks.
But ALAS, all is well and good. I'm turning my frustration and heartache into some thing. What that thing is, I'm not all too sure right now. It's first manifestation is the following painting titled "Love":
Interpretations encouraged.
Anyway, my saying for today is: this too shall pass. Or in layman's terms: Suck a bag of dicks!
How might one suck a bag of dicks? Are they stuck together like chicken parts? Do you eat them like edamame shells =P
ReplyDeleteYour painting reminded me of a movie I saw called Last Night but if I told you how, it would literally spoil the last scene of the movie. I likey.
I want to know why the one guy is nekkid.
ReplyDeletelol Tanya.
ReplyDeleteHe's in his party suit because he's pure in his love and secure in his vulnerability...and to make conservatives blush...and because it was laundry day.