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Thanks for the fav on Inktober 26: Stretch - Yoga Class of 2018 BCE

I never really understood the big fuss about yoga. Then I tried it. Only once, but once was enough to completely change my life. After just one 2 minute super express, highly condensed teaser class, I was able to perform incredible feats. Like touching my nose to my navel, or my earlobe to my eyeball, or, and this was really impressive, my tonsils to my pancreas. Unfortunately the effects were short lived, and I realize now that this is how “they” get you. Once you experience the awesome powers that yoga bestows, you become hooked, and in order to keep them you must continue the classes. Sounds a lot like an extortion racket if you asked me. But nobody does. All because I now resemble a human pretzel. It’s my own fault, really. I should have read the warning in the class pamphlet. Don’t practice advanced poses unattended. My superhuman yoga powers wore off halfway through the attempt and now I’m stuck.

#CantYogaBearIt

Thanks for the fav on Inktober 14 - Clock a.k.a Totally Tick Tocked

I’ve been in a long running dispute with a random stranger over the viability of temporal homicide for quite some time now, and I felt it was necessary to set the record straight. To those unfamiliar with issue, I am of course referring to whether or not one can, in fact, kill a clock. Sure, it sounds like a pretty straight forward concept but some people can’t seem to get their head around it. This person even went so far as to demand proof that such a thing was possible, which is completely ridiculous. Where am I even supposed to find a suitable target for that kind of demonstration? Due to their notoriously laid back nature, finding a clock that might be deserving of murder is extremely difficult. Sure, I suppose I could just pick one up a Walmart but it seems particularly cold blooded to end the life of an innocent timepiece just to win an argument. I mean I’ll do it, but I’m gonna feel really bad about it afterwards. I just don’t know I want that kind of guilt on my conscious, if I really being honest about it.

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Oh well, here it goes.

#ChronometricallyConflicted