Poor dumb Atman, jumping at shadows. Maybe his fellow DUmmies are tired of him pimping his silly cartoons.
There wasn't much to this bonfire, but as it was the first one I brought over here in six or seven days, being otherwise preoccupied, I
had to bring one over from Pedro Picasso, and no one else.
Alas, other diversions such as the maudlin waif primitive or the militant
gigolo-in-training primitive can't hold a candle with Pedro Picasso; they're no challenge at all, when compared with Pedro Picasso.
Coincidentally, about the same time I've been down, Pedro Picasso was noticeably absent from Skins's island, he and the wife probably enjoying the cooler climes around their second home in rustic wooded Connecticut.
