A sign from above
By Spirit FingersAnd so I have returned, well-rested and refreshed, ready to take on the routine hum-drum of my normal world. Only now, I’ll be able to perform mind-numbing drudgery in a pair of genuine bona fide STICK PANTS:
However I must admit that I had some initial reservations about the whole thing. Would they magically mould tree trunks into splindly bits of kindling? Was I placing too many unrealistic expectations on one item of clothing? What if I was unable to achieve the requisite twig-like effect, thereby letting down the entire Sisterhood of the STICK PANTS? Then, the roof of the covered shopping arcade suddenly lifted back letting the sunlight come streaming onto a particular spot of neon, a glorious choir of angels rang out ever so jubilantly from above, and I knew what I finally had to do to really work these STICK PANTS.
March 24th, 2008 at 11:59 am
If I were an ameoba, I could split myself in two and then I might fit in the sticks but it would be iffy… Where is the church of Starvation? I want to be sure to stay far, far, far away.
March 24th, 2008 at 3:48 pm
That is totally insane ~ I’m cracking up at the juxtaposition of the images!
March 24th, 2008 at 11:59 pm
That Norika Fujiwara, she’s keeping herself in good shape!