“The supreme irony of life is that hardly anyone gets out of it alive.”
Robert A. Heinlein
"..After the attack, all that remained of Seseme Street was this burnt letter 'O'..."
Bwhahahaahaaaa... *sniff*...Umm.. lemme c.."In its natural surroundings (say in pods of four) the Common North American Tyre is well-protected from its enemies. Alone and cut off from its tribe, weakened by lack of air (and rims) it is open to attacks, which generally occur mid-day. Let's watch--"
Hey, where's my car?
Those are all great!
I don't think it is right to be making fun of Rob's art. It is a very serious piece highlighting the path to a stark, dystopian future that our modern, technological society is taking all of us on, in which it's manufactured products will be around far after we are all dead as a reminder of our mistakes.
If I had that tire right now I'd fill it full of firecrackers and buffalo wings and give it a roll down Bank St. I'm a giver.
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