My favourite piece by John Pitre, and it defines exactly how I feel being trapped in my contract in this infernal realm on this disgusting planet.
Glad nuthin' lasts forever.
I can't believe how many times I was here, and I can believe even less that I asked for this last round.
Did it take this long to realise existence in this place is worth less than vulture shoite?
Here's more work by John. He's one of my favourite artists:
John Waterhouse is up there, too.
This is my favourite Waterhouse painting:
The description in the URL is wrong. They are twins.