these stupid mapmakers couldn't even follow simple directions . . .

walden freeman

torn between the two sides of torn paper, our hero walks bowlegged and unconfidently smiles. two times too many pairs of hands clapping, making the ominous sound of tidal waves miles in the distance, the audience's goal is to make sure the human race ends in a tie. like the knots of our childhood shoelaces, we're hard to get undone but once we accomplish it we are misshapen and never quite as strong.

my piece of clay

This was cool, diggin the knots of childhood shoelaces line!