We are all human beings

Our faces are our passports: they fit in your pocket and can be stamped on by officials. No, that is not what I meant, that is not what I meant at all... my metaphors are mixed and my legs are small and sore.

Should we look to artists for answers? I don't know. What about writers? poets?

Hmm.... T.S. Eliot? T.S Smelliot, more like. I mean, I like the guy, but it wouldn't hurt him if he washed every once in a while.

I know poets are supposed to be otherworldly, but it wouldn't kill the fellow to take a bath.

There are three differences between the pictures on the left and right. Can you spot them?


I'm sorry, I'm feeling a little horse.