One starry night, the deer decided to serve a mass for himself. Strange, isn’t it? Then again, is there anyone who has never done such a thing? Even the living bones torn from your own body can be a treat if you sugarcoat them well enough. Only the owl knows better.
The painting reproduction used as a feature image and the source of inspiration for this particular scribble is a work of the Czech pop-surrealist artist Jan Kottman who has kindly let me use it here. For more information on Jan and his paintings, please visit his web – you sure won’t regret if you liked this one.
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A sheepish earthling, sinking swimmer, dejected scientist, struggling partner, fearful father... and a dubious writer. I write mostly to stop things bothering me. Which is just another type of bother, but one I'm getting used to. On particularly delusional days, writing even seems to make me happy. But that would be enough about me. Your turn. Do you like jokes that are perhaps a little ill-conceived? Are you obsessed about matters of death and life? And how about the universe that most likely doesn't give a shit? Still interested? Read on, then. You've been warned.
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