I was taken aback upon looking at this because it feels like someone did a high-contrast caricature of me without my knowledge (if you doubt it, see photo on upper right). Got the hair and my spindly little limbs down…
Hanging: you’re doing it wrong.
Files, not piles.
Has anyone been to the Heinz Haunted House? If so, I want to hear everything about it. Ketchup blood everywhere?
Chocolate Covered Strychnine! I wonder if fierce convulsions and eventual asphyxiation due to paralysis of neural pathways would be enough to deter me from something covered in chocolate.
Ten Realms Within the Body (1885). So THIS is what goes on in there. I knew it.
Ma’am, you have a…oh…nevermind.
If he were mine, I’d name him “Fluffy.”
Ah, this piece of street art reminds me of my many evenings spent in the subversive act of reading…my Wild(e) Nights.
How rare to see a cute piece of street art (this one is by MORA):
A monster I’d like to meet…providing it agrees to stand still long enough for me to read its heads.
You too, sir? What a coincidence.
Yikes. It’s about to get violent.
I seriously hope this is a “brain fog” typo.
“Let go. Be afraid. You all taste so much better when you’re afraid.”
Some pretty sweet skills (no artist credited):
I believe this actually comes from a company that makes theatrical hats. Brilliant.
Now, I don’t mean to undermine someone’s “art,” but if this scrap of paper sold for $500, I picked the wrong field when I decided to study medicine.