It’s my party and I’ll scan if I want to, SCAN IF I WANT TOOO!!
My Beloved keeps the coolest journals. He writes and sketches and doodles and makes lists of interesting things. Anyway, this quick sketch of his is one of my favorites. It’s from a dream he had about, oh, 8 years ago.
It’s called “The Cigars of War.” Basically, Ol’ Winston Churchill’s cigars became giant missiles whizzing through the sky with Hitler on the receiving end of — duhduhdunnh — The Cigars of War!!
Upon awakening, he sketched this in about 30 seconds just to remember the dream:
The Cigars of War
That is so unbelievably insane. And I mean that in the best way possible
red — Hahahahaha! I know! I’m always after him, “Where’s the “Cigars of War” drawing? WHERE’S the “Cigars of War” drawing?? I want to see it!!”
Well, he found it. He almost didn’t want me to post this, but my scan-mania knows no bounds and will brook no resistance. Hooray for obstinance!
And it IS unbelievably insane. He has the most colorful, epic dreams.
We will smoke stogies on the beaches, we will smoke them in the streets, we will smoke them in the fields – we will never surrender!