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Artistic, somewhat Hellenistic and beautifully captures the foul features of these white billionaire freaks. Their porcelain will rot in the grave.

Billionaires have the treasured milky white skin so prized in high society, except it's more like a husky cocoon concealing the wretched and damnable creature truthfully contained within its slimy, haggard walls.

I think if I turn Elon Musk over, I could pour out his spineless essence like a warm soup right onto the pavement.

The crows would feast upon him and spread his nutritious seedlings to the far corners of middle earth.

Then I'd turn to Zuckerberg who would cower in fear but know he has nowhere to run, for his legs are spindly and weak and would collapse underneath the heavy pitcher of his hollowed out meat sack.

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Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred,

then another thousand, then a second hundred,

then yet another thousand, then a hundred,

then, when we’ve made many thousands,

we’ll mix them up, so that we lose count,

or no bad person can envy us,

when he learns how many kisses there are.

Catullus 5, Translated by Jane Mason.

The way my girlfriend asks if I want more kisses after she’s already given a bunch and I giggle and say “yes”. I’m a kiss stealer and will kiss her any chance I get

My adaptation of the God of Arepo short story, which was originally up at ShortBox Comics Fair for charity. You can get a copy of the DRM-free ebook here for free - and I'd encourage you to donate to Mighty Writers or The Ministry of Stories in exchange.

Again it's an honour to be drawing one of my favourite short stories ever. Thank you so much for the original authors for creating this story; and for everyone who bought a copy and donated to the above non-profits.

Evening Traffic by Andrey Surnov

Went to the store today, and the loafs of bread spilled over each other cause the bag was too small and it ended up touching the conveyer belt. That's how you get everything seasoning on your bread