Even though it hurts like hell. Even though itโs wildly inconvenient. Even though you feel stupid or embarrassed for feeling it. Even though youโve psychoanalyzed yourself to death and traced the issue all the way back to your childhood mistreatment. The only way out is through here.
They are kind of ridiculous. The epitome of a small dog. If you were to tell a child to draw a dog the drawing would most likely look like a tiny dachshund. They look better in your arm than most handbags. Nobody is afraid of them. You canโt really take them serious - which is an ideal to recommended to any Homo Sapiens. Yet they have a lot of character and are smarter than the turd who wants to become president again. And they get quiet old without going to Equinox or using nutrition supplement or detox and all that shit.
By Angelos Merges. Itโs technically beautifully painted and slightly uncanny. The last remaining human beings gather after a apocalypse to discuss the questio: what should we do now?
