NEW PLAYING DEAD! In which we dedicate this one to everyone who’s ever had one of those days, weeks, years.
“I know that perhaps my heart is farce, but I know that I’ll be born without a mask”
In which we learn sometimes you need to hide to gain a little perspective.
“But do not ask the price I pay,
I must live with my quiet rage,”
You just can’t say no to that face.
How bout a really old me and nibbles to start the day? The Creative Process
probably something wiener dog based