trauma

Yesterday I went to an Easter party with my parents. It was held in the basement of a Catholic church building, and organized by a Hispanic parish. The truly horrendous fashion sense of my people, and their numerous, screaming, untamed, sugar-injected children, made this place a lot like Hell, even without the religion stuff thrown on top.

Here we have a polyamorous fuzzy peep family. Lovingly sealed inside a gigantic Cognac glass with silvery-yellow plastic grass, a domed lid, and some ribbons, Mother keeps her babies warm in the nest. Two dudes stand at her sides, politely but tensely waiting for when she feels receptive again. Which one will she choose? Somebody's secondary is sitting on top, there, feeling forlorn, but also hoping to get with whoever doesn't sex the mom next. Each table had several of these installations. They were raffled off, but we were lucky enough not to win.

Oh. Back at my parents' house, I saw an unknown dog stroll through the yard carrying the mangled, limp, bloody corpse of a wild rabbit. It was macabre.

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Click photo to enlarge. I wrote about this earlier.