Put On Your Duncekap
There are pills for this. Not to worry. They are super pills that make you smile in commercials as you dash barefoot across sand sharing knowing glances with someone who doesn't need a pill but acts like she's taken one. It's beautiful and the soundtrack is, is, well it's just soaring (like you'll be soon baby, oh yeah).
Lash La Rue would love to brandish one of these leather babies.
hey, my tummy feels like that
Shit, that's cool, man. The top dude makes me think of something totem-pole-ish.
looks like a dna strand in the middlethat also makes me think of when my feet are hurting (damn the plantarfaciitis!).
Sharon: Oh, there aren't enough pills for the collapse that I'm talking about...Dominic: Great observation! I (my conscious self, that is) never noticed the cat 'o nine tails! Wow, self-flagellation indeed!Tina: Maybe Sharon knows of a pill for your that ;)Becky: Thanks! Toad M. PolishHolley: Yes, the DNA strand...that made it to my consciousness as I drew it...also the caduceus...you'll find the caduceus echoed in the winged solar disk the top figure's head, too. Sorry about your plantar fascitis. Damn! Sharon might know of some pills for that, too.
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