“Comedy Of Conks” | Click for larger image
Life in and of itself doesn’t make any sense. (Y’all knew that, right?)
We scramble it, passionately, desperately, preferably with our whole mind / body / soul combo but mostly with just one intact and online, the other two bust or momentarily on a different frequency. Hours we spend lusting for the repair man, the cute one who can fix us up good.
Panting louder as we approach the parapet we break when the game is changed. Breaking even when we ourselves are the game-changers, we reach inside to tickle Uvula, dear Uvula, flaky gall showering our days with crabby karma, tilling our nights for the last of the smiles.
Life is like that. All. The. Time. (Makes no sense. Y’all knew that, right?)
PS The above original drawing is now available in my store!