Sitting on Scissors | An Artist's Tale
Portland, Oregon artist who creates outrageous conclusions with a fine-point pen.
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The princess and the pea with scissors

Sitting on Scissors

The princess and the pea with scissors

I got up from my drawing chair (a cross between a command center and a trash heap)
and saw that I’d been sitting on not one, but two pairs of scissors.

Shit. Does that mean I’m not really a princess?
Well, that’s fucking tragic.

So, anyway, I made up a little song:

I’m gonna be a princess one day
and I might let you carry my train

if you behave.

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