Doing these bone creatures with spikes and malicious teeth really helps me take the edge off of the day. I can forget everything when my pencil brushes the paper, stabs the paper, flicks the paper, darkens the paper, whispers to the paper "everything is alright".
Skull #1 is a badger's skull. I bought it on a family vacation and has since lived on my shelf and on my desk at home.
Skull #2 is a muskrat's skull. I bought it on my boyfriend and mine's adventures to Seattle. It, too, has lived at home, but hasn't ever felt at home.
The bumblebee doesn't know which skull to build its nest in and has given up.
Fast food. We all eat it. At first it is a wonderful taste, hearty and delightfully textured. A soft tortilla, crisp lettuce, juicy burger, crunchy fried chicken... it is only after the food has been eaten that one truly regrets their meal. Sitting in an angry lump in your stomach, it excretes a terrible feeling of sickness and lethargy. The food that you've just eaten is dishonest. It was unwrapped from a package, which was taken out of a box, which was unloaded from a truck... before that, the "food" was unceremoniously pressed by a machine, flash frozen, and shoved into boxes so that disgruntled workers who are paid minimum wage could deep fry it, assemble it, and stuff it in a bag (along with paper napkins, single-serving condiments, and individually wrapped straws a-plenty). All so that you could eat it and feel like trash.
Vultures have a prettier diet.
