Pouring My Art Out

Dead men tell no tales… but I think, for this series, the crack squirrels living in my head want me to actually reflect upon the idea of our own mortality, not just do interesting ‘reflection’ art. So I will try to oblige them. Because, if I don’t, they chew on the wiring up there.

Unfortunately, with this particular picture, of the skull over the entrance to the Disney Pirates of the Caribbean ride, only one thought pops into my crack squirrel-infested skull:

If they accidentally overfilled the ride with water… we would all drown, and nobody would have any tales to tell.