I was long ago de-luminated.

And we took
a shine to ya.

I've been glowing ever since.

Um, no.

That's sweat.

who buys this crap?

Hopefully, someone.

Worth the price.
Worth much more.
A pure beauty.

Priceless work of Art.

If Henri was still alive, he would buy it fer sure, gotta tell him as soon as he appears, maybe God allows the Grate Dwarf™ leave heaven fer a while to make up that transaction?

From your lips to God's. . .
oh wait, wrong dwarf.

Henri was the greatest of them, if I carry on infusing my mind with more and more anethole/fenchone/thujones/parthenolide/linalool/camphene, etc concoctions I shall meet him today.

Last time we went to the Louvre. 'Twas grate! I have devoted too many poems to his memory, so he won't let me down. A great example to imitate-how strong he loved life. A toi, ami, a toi!

Kirk, if I didn't have the money
problems that I'm having right
now I'd buy it. I see the shipping
costs to my area are reasonable.
Although, I would rather like to
come pick it up in person.

Once I get my affairs back
in order if you still have it
I'll buy it. Hopefully, I'll be
back on track in a year or so.

I wish ya best
for both of you,
then.

Come on down, we'll hoist a glass or two.
Affairs are too expensive.

It's the divorce
that's expensive.

I sold my car, took the ho's out for one last spin, almost made me cry, luckily (I guess), he's not taking the two parts cars, the dream lives on.
Guy wanted to know if the hos in the picture came with it.
I couldn't part with them.

I don't need that car anyway
it's environmentaly un fit
god damnit,
I don't need that
all I need is this, my hoes, and my Amish Pimp hat.
Some people don't get it;
the love of a milestone machine,
the smell of high octane
countless hours of obsession over a simple finish,
just like the Japanese did,
you know, the Japanese would spend an anal amount of toil on finishing an item, maybe it's metal, maybe not, but it was all exquisite
and if you touch it just once, it was deemed shot, rotten, totally spoiled.
If you are obsessive compulsive, beware of what hobbies drive you,
don't pick on things that are too big, or rust a lot.

Or contain a lot of alcohol.

Though there is beauty in an anal attention to detail.

I know, I need to oil my hoes.

I arrange all the
beer bottles in
the fridge label
forward.

I know, I still get pangs of guilt for unscrewing the cap on your soap dispensing glass scrubber,
I didn't know it was an automatic.

Channeling your granny again?

My Grandma always lied to everyone else when she wrote down recipes.

My maternal granny
was OCD. She'd pull
all the dishes in the
kitchen out and make
us young 'uns wash 'em.