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up with figs, hitting the wal

Once upon a time, Lisa and Adrienne worked for the same alternative newsweekly. Now, both spend their respective lives mining their creative souls and leading hermit-like lives. And so an idea was hatched. Every week, one would send the other a sketch—either in illustration or word form—and the other would make a companion to the sketch. The result would be posted on both their blogs every week, just for grins. Even if the result isn't award-worthy, the exercise makes both minds more nimble. Hopefully.

Hitting the wal

Wal-mart is the answer to global warming.

No, wait. Hear me out.

You can’t walk into a Wal-mart without being filled with a nauseating combination of existential despair and lethal rage. After five minutes in the store, I’m personally convinced that I will never be happy again while simultaneously wanting to stab someone in the next with a broken ballpoint pen. 

My tolerance is low. But nearly everyone would crack after a couple of hours. The few who remain at their baseline states were already broken. 

Those who emerge are either a) too depressed to breed or b) dead, because they’ve been stabbed in the neck with a pen (or the equivalent). Open Wal-marts in every city in every country and force people to shop there. Soon overpopulation will cease being a problem and with it all of its attendant woes, like climate change.

You’re welcome.

Text ©Adrienne Martini; illustration ©Lisa Horstman. Until the end of time. Or something.


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