What do you think we do here all day? Work? Psshaw to you then. No, we transcend the mortal confines of phone calls, the postal service, and emails. In just five minutes, Matthew and I discovered a loop hole in this dimension called “reality.” At the strike of 1:00, I announced that we would draw “The Most Fantastical, Mystical Band of Cosmic Dancing Angels Ever”, then our pens set to paper and by 1:05 we had tapped into the voices of our limitless brethren of the deep space beyond. They showed us how to sing and dance and float. And then they told us to get back to work. Well, it was nice for five minutes anyway.
Matthew’s angelic ancestors at the gates of heaven:
Tilly’s winged, wild ones with the winds of time:
A five minute break to draw some random, fantastical hullabaloo can go a long way. Try it sometime.
