Friday, December 17, 2004

thigh, anybody?

In a last ditch effort, I drew this. It's my silent appeal to the Muse and I'm hoping it works. I figured that if I catch my stagnated Self in ink and then offer it up, perhaps it will leave only crisp clean ideas and a willingness to work. I was going to put gilded horns on myself, walk me between two candles, and then roast me over a slow flame, but I figured this was symbolic enough.

I'm calling it Reverse Aboriginal.

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