Is a rant for your edification or other words containing ‘ed’ like edible and educate and elucidate and. ah. yes. adage. edumbrate. damn that actually starts with an ‘a’ not an e.
not my fault and i will not be held responsible in the odd, odd occurrence that someone may know and have a scold at me.
yes. a little manic at the moment.
BUT I TREID TO SLEEP. hm.
and so forth.
Well hey everyone nice day today why I just took in the sights that are there for seeing and ate a few gophers before molesting their brothers and sisters
And I might bite you.
On the leg. No wait. On the nose.
I wonder how many types of cow there are in the world. I have seen SEVEN. Though they could well have been the very same cow at different times. In disguise.
I mean I could say moo pretty convincingly given the right enjoinder and enticement. Bhutanese cows say it – they pronounce it – just the way people do. It sounds like there are a lot of people standing round saying “moo” randomly, behind the cows in the bushes somewheres. Why are cows funny? They lead tragic lives…
ONLY CUTE SPECIES WILL BE SAVED BY HUMANITY AT THE END OF THE WORLD.
“oh, I see, so you’re a BABY SEAL I see here… right… and you have big sad eyes, and I believe you are all fluffy and white, yes?”
(baby seal noise)
“We had best preserve you for the enjoyment of children and future documentary specials.”
“And it seems you are a COW, yes? And many of your type have been specifically bred for purposes relating to the use of your body parts. And you really aren’t very cute, are you? I have here my favourite gun, and guess what? The holster is made from one of your close relatives!! I want parts of you in my car!! Last week I ate one of your children in a restaurant and it was GREAT!”
I lied about seeing seven. I don’t know how many I have seen.
Wish and wish and wish again.
Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might; for there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave, whither thou goest.
1 m x 82 cm
Pastels on colourfix pastel paper