They come from all over, from the farthest, darkest reaches of reality. They all come here, to this little blue ball floating around a little yellow star. And they come for one reason. This little blue ball is the only place in the all of everywhere with 1957 Mercury convertibles.
I'm still trying to figure out what perverse mental alchemy produces ideas like this. I'd be rich if I could bottle it.
6x9 inches, oil on panel. Sold.
Looks like the noodly appendage of the Flying Spaghetti Monster himself. Are you a pastafarian?
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