Jul 3, 2014

Stop Sending Glue, We Don't Need Any More Damn Glue

It was the year of rocks cracking in the heat, the year like a famished Monday when Daltrey spent most nights awake in hunger and most days dreaming of tuna substitute.

He changed genders to female (class 35, non-fertile) and set out into the desert of Chios to maybe find a patch of juicy stank-a-bobs and live off the land by herself.

Art by Raymond Lemstra

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