Just something I wrote in the car, and my first deviation. Because peer pressure is a thing to behold.
This actually does have a meaning, it's not just surrealist brain-vomit. (That doesn't make it any less brain-vomit-y, though).
I might also write a short story from a villain's point of view, later, and once I'm back in Monterrey I'll have my scanner and I'll be able to upload drawing art, and not writing art.