Breakout

Hinged Screen

Still eating like a christmas fiend I became a chocolate warlord (that is not a euphemism)

What I could not eat, I fed to my timber fish

They started to bulge

Like a cruel tamagotchi child, I over fed my charge

who tried to become resilient

but still I kept feeding

watching them expand

and flex

grow

pushing back the frontiers of my coffee mugged desk

spilling on to the carpet floor

At this point, being the irresponsible supervisor I am, I threw a packet of biscuits at them and fled next door

only to be welcomed by this ominous sign

It has been said if you pass through this door you'll be showered in a chocolate paradise.

Experience proves you'll more likely be shredded by hinges.

Metal loop

During a deep phase of meditation, I met several men amongst my travel. 

One of the strongest, thick bull skin with a bass drum of a head, I called Janek. But he never answered to that. 

Maybe it wasn't his name.

Salut 2012!

Salut 2012!

Toss the dregs of yesteryear in the fireplace.

Time for renewal, what better way than burying our unwanted spirits in the earth?

After hiring a small army of foot soldiers to stamp the 'unwanted' in the ground we used a compactor as a symbol to heal furies of the past (and their broken faces)

A thick covering of insulation to keep the old spirits warm, consoled...

...and then a chocolate covered mousse topping. 

Despite what history documents, rituals can be delicious. 

(You were delicious once and you will be again)


  

paranoia of the season

Over the seasonal holidays we are bombarded with good will towards our health, so much so that I began to worry about it.

I took some pills,

gulp

gulp

gulp!

And all it did was set up a road traffic system in my arteries.

I watch them all day to make sure they get home safely.

It's 2012

happy new year!