BREAKING NEWS (and doors)
Everything that happened in your day before this point was dull.
Look, behold, as a unstable looking robotic horse bursts in to your life (and through your walls). You look closer and notice that it seems to have been fashioned from kitchen items, electric whisks for ears, walking awkwardly on what appears to be rolling pins, jointed together at the knees. His chest is a microwave, his hind is a toaster.
You think your day can get no better than this. This is the pinnacle of your life and everything that happens henceforth will be boring in comparison. But no, friends, no. Atop this masterful contraption sits a man with a curiously quirked beret and the calculating face of one who seldom stops thinking.
Notice that he has chosen to recreate his own face on to that of his steed, the handsome visage staring from both man and from under mane. They've matched berets too. They are so tasteful.
What is he plotting? Your destruction? Your downfall? His appointment as new protagonist of a shonen pseudo-horror battle manga? We can only guess, but we will truly never know. But we can be certain of one thing: he is magnificent, riding in to the beautiful sunset. The one that had been hurriedly painted on the opposite wall as if someone had been anticipating this event for the last half hour.
((s'up))
Look, behold, as a unstable looking robotic horse bursts in to your life (and through your walls). You look closer and notice that it seems to have been fashioned from kitchen items, electric whisks for ears, walking awkwardly on what appears to be rolling pins, jointed together at the knees. His chest is a microwave, his hind is a toaster.
You think your day can get no better than this. This is the pinnacle of your life and everything that happens henceforth will be boring in comparison. But no, friends, no. Atop this masterful contraption sits a man with a curiously quirked beret and the calculating face of one who seldom stops thinking.
Notice that he has chosen to recreate his own face on to that of his steed, the handsome visage staring from both man and from under mane. They've matched berets too. They are so tasteful.
What is he plotting? Your destruction? Your downfall? His appointment as new protagonist of a shonen pseudo-horror battle manga? We can only guess, but we will truly never know. But we can be certain of one thing: he is magnificent, riding in to the beautiful sunset. The one that had been hurriedly painted on the opposite wall as if someone had been anticipating this event for the last half hour.
((s'up))