Monday, September 03, 2007
I tea died some big floral material some time a go with the aim of making some rough n ready monsers who looked like they were brought up on fine bone china and walks along the promenade, only to fall into disrepute and debauchery. This is my mini test pilot: Alfonso. He is in denial, I'm nost sure about what, he won't say. He turns the light switches off and on three times upon entering any room and likes crooning love songs quietly to himself. Can you see his blotchy tea stained arm? I am very happy with that.