He had seen better times. Cows with beautiful dark eyes. Fine human women thrilled by his proud horns. Now he sat most of the time in his dark cave, browsing through a never ending sequence of dicks, tits and butts. Sometimes he wished he would just drop dead. As the story goes, just a few days later a bloated young hero walked in and chopped off his head. Poor Minotaur. May he rest in peace and dream of pretty women forever.
The sun is young and beautiful. The moon is old and grey. The moon, he must go down quite soon. The sun, she’s here to stay. In school they teach: It’s not the moon who brightens up the night. The moon replies: That's how it is. I just reflect her light. #kitsch #Kitschen_contains_a_typo #art #arty #artyfarty