BUSHBABY 2: THE NEW TRICK
W wandered down the hall. A crimson vision of Uncle Dick loomed over W. "Where did you see blood, son? It was an image created in your mind." "I cannot tell a lie, I cut down the cherry tree," said W. "Fall, ball, wall," said Uncle Dick. "Bake, fake, cake," said W. "Why, I have a dozen children tied up in the shed out back. I’m starving them so I can say they died of malnourishment. Their immigrant parents are in jail, so it won’t matter." "I see what you mean," said W. PAST ANTIPURPOSE: Andrew Davis lives in Bloomington, IN, where he works with ceramics, college students, comics and paint -- this series is toward a greater 40 days of Antipurpose, future bible of the Church of Motivation Without Direction, in which Davis is an ordained minister and a firm believer that if all else fails, at least he had very little to do with it.
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