Monday, November 21, 2016

Oh No. What a Time.


Andy's eyes have left their sockets. The eyes float above his head. The eyes are still connected to their optic nerves. Andy sees himself as wretched and misfortuned. He enters an eatery selling nuggets made from weasel meat. There is a new freedom in abject squalor. When expectations are low, the enjoyment of chunks of breaded ermine meat is high. 

In a world where nothing is impossible, not even the impossible is that.

Welcome to Kurt's Weasel Nugget Depot