Paul Klee, polyphon gefasstes Weiss,
Feder und Aquarell aud Papier auf Karton,
My cat Ruby is very serious about Art.
Epic high-five via weirdassshit
You: Dashing youth in a white T-shirt sitting al fresco at Beans and Bagels by the train tracks. I am the señora sitting at a table with a newborn, young boy, and husband. We are attractive and dark. Your hair is tousled, and you are giving keen interest to Jhumpa Lahiri’s Interpreter of…
I dreamt that we all met Kevin Smith at a bar and he invited us to his house to hang out for breakfast. We went to his apartment which was a massive penthouse in the Financial District. His wife made us pancakes and we were having a great time until I opened a drawer in their kitchen and found severed limbs from all their previous pets! Once Kevin Smith realized I had found this secret drawer he turned evil and we left the apartment but then he was trying to kill us through weird means like throwing a violin at Zack’s face from a moving car.