Now she’s pulling his clothes off.
Oh, don’t even look for deep meaning in any of this.
Right now, in AFTERDEAD, I’m in the mood to draw naked people. So I’ve given the afterlife a nasty summer that hits after the summer. NOBODY wears anything if they can help it, and most people get a crew-cut if their hairstyle allows it. Lots of beads and trinkets come out, and we all get to see who has freckles — anywhere.
European officers actually wore those damn boots in the desert. We’ve always dragged our wool and ties and corsets around the planet, and still Gone out in the Noonday Sun.
