dolores666's photos with the keyword: PoliticsOfFear

As it says on the label. The small fry would like us to come out to play but we say nay because...well, you name it, we got it. The young Moon says “It’s all your fault, you ghastly cunts…”. The GCs in question are The Usual Suspects. May they perish horribly and spend several eternities in repulsively bespoke Sheols. However... see Solstice doodle. ;-)

And here comes Doña Pupitas, second cousin dimensionally thrice removed of Doña Alegría, the Flying Hyper-Snake from Tindalos Parva, to introduce the latest mutation of one of those virus that so puzzle everybody, particularly those scientists that go ‘round pontification about microorganisms although they really know and/or understand shit about them. This new chappie is even vainer than the last one. There you have it: size doesn’t matter when it comes to either deadliness or conceit. Stay groovy and mind the incoming storm.