All truth is relative. Except for that. And that. And that. And that…
Another unfinished piece, this one was really essentially about the internal war of the conscious. A basic sense of right and wrong tugging on your insides.
Corporate Clown (Game for Fools)
A large corporate clown pounding away on the daily grind. For some reason he mindlessly does what his lil clown of a boss tells him. His only pleasure in life is smoking disease creating cigars which create a smoky habitats ripe for birds to live in and poo on his suit. There are many metaphors in this. I let you deduce what you will.
What was I thinking? Lord only knows. It was just me playing with elements and letting them take me where they will again. We’ll see if this ever becomes anything.
With a spiffy hat like that how can one not be happy?