my painting was murdered

Victor Genova strangled my new painting. With his bare hands. That I had painted.

But I don't know how

I've got to save this piece.

been a while

whats a while... i mean while.

Joan of arc

cannot be imagined.

I've got blisters on my eyes!

My mind is a diving board. I stand at the end. And dive.

toeMATtoes, not toeMATEtoes

I don't like shopping in aisles with tomatoes. They're always complaining about the other fruit not knowing that they are one themselves.

What a mess

Slush. No question need be asked.