I showed my masterpiece to the grown-ups, and asked them whether the drawing frightened them.
But they answered: "Frighten? Why should any one be frightened by a hat?"
My drawing was not a picture of a hat. It was a picture of a boa constrictor digesting an elephant. But since the grown-ups were not able to understand it, I made another drawing: I drew the inside of a boa constrictor, so that the grown-ups could see it clearly. They always need to have things explained.
The grown-ups' response, this time, was to advise me to lay aside my drawings of boa constrictors, whether from the inside or the outside, and devote myself instead to geography, history, arithmetic, and grammar. That is why, at the age of six, I gave up what might have been a magnificent career as a painter. I had been disheartened by the failure of my Drawing Number One and my Drawing Number Two. Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them.
I got the boa with its inside tattooed on my right arm about ten days ago... Love it. I may upload a picture of it soon. Congrats very tasty, i believe
I absolutely love that book, that tattoo, elephants, and this photograph. I've been looking at different elephant designs because I want a tattoo, I would definitely get this if it weren't for the fact that I want something small and concealable.
i want that too... i will tattoo something in February.
and now i think i know what
I've been looking at different elephant designs because I want a tattoo, I would definitely get this if it weren't for the fact that I want something small and concealable.
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"Guns don't kill people, people kill people. And monkeys do too (if they have a gun.)"