skint.

it's not not a toy.

there is something wonderfully disturbing about the extreme disregard for anatomy in an anatomical set of nesting dolls. hands clasped in grief over her lack of clothes and a pelvic bone. at least i'm hoping it's a she. always the possibility of a tucked native american gent suffering from testosterone withdrawal. i bet s/he works at the dmv, where his/er coworkers adore her/is savant-like recall of patron saints and his/er ability to eat ritz by the case.

i like it.

and i hope whoever it lives with now passes it on

to his/er second favorite godchild.

you're a good man jason levesque.

excellent work, and thank you for sharing.