19 April 2011

Caricature

I was never born. A vagrant artist drew me into existence one afternoon while sitting in a booth in a narrow back alley where drifters peddle knickknacks that no one needs. He gave me: a toothy too-wide smile; exaggerated ears. Now, huge-headed but skinny-necked, I bobble my way through my cartoon life. Plea: If I was never designed to manifest proportionality and realism, then someday may I at least be syndicated?

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