Saturday, August 2, 2008


From the last thoughts of Erica M. Youngblood

At age 45 I'd reached a point where I was willing to try anything to transform my imperfect physique. I'd always thought certain parts needed improvement – my overlong, sharp nose, my receding chin, my sagging bosom and flaring hips –, and when I chanced upon Madam Oryema through an ad in an esoteric magazine, I thought I had things licked. Little did I suspect that her patented blue shrinking pill would turn me into a candy-coated blue peanut. Here I am now, immobile on the floor, waiting for somebody to come in, sweep me up and dump me. Or worse: pick me up, wipe me and munch me.

Faithfully recorded by Leonard Blumfeld

Drawn and written for Inspire Me Thursday and 'Shrink'.


soulbrush said...

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slashdotmad said...

arghhhh.... ain't that true? trying to reclaim at all costs what we were when we should have loved ourselves but where to young and stupid to appreciate what we had. .. the woman in your illo is so incredibly middle aged, the line is all about that over the hill self image. beautifully simple.

the teach said...

Hi Leonard, Loved looking around and enjoying reading your fibs, poetry and fiction. Haven't seen you around lately. How are u? :)