It is by rage alone that I set my intent in motion. It is by the juice of Ares that the thoughts acquire haze, the face acquires stone, this face becomes a warning. It is by will alone that I contain this rage in motion.
I like to childproof my medicine bottles by hiding them at the bottom of a Dragon’s horde, deep in the Himalayan mountains.
“Oh, you would like this medicine? Then you must solve the mysterious puzzle of the packaging! Look upon it ye ailing, and despair.”
In strange baby animal story of the day. Abandoned baby tigers are mothered by a pug dog at Oktyabrsky Health Resort in Sochi, Russia.
Photograph: ITAR-TASS/Barcroft Media