“James…draw me a bath. It should be 128 degrees, with very precise bubbles. Oh, and it should be tragic. See if we have any of the Ophelia bath salts left. And if we don’t have a single white lily bring me the black roses again, but they’re so dreadfully Vampire: The Masquerade, I can’t take my tragic bath seriously. And bathing, James, really is about the Gravitas.”
Take one bathtub-shaped soap dish. Add marbles, black roses, and possibly a koala. Attempt to sell. If does not sell, donate to Salvation Army. Alternatively, keep as a reminder of your failures and serve with Djarum cigarettes and a side dish of irony.
Okay, I admire the symmetry. Black tub, black headband, black roses. And there’s certainly a time for black roses, though I’m having a hard time thinking of one, but the bath is probably not it.
Is this a bathtub? Or is it some sort of strange vessel, maybe a small boat or some sort of sub-orbital skiff. The image of a bear in a bath winging its way over the clouds as a sort of children’s album cover appeal, like Raffi’s sci-fi themed album. It’s a pity she had to be glued into the tub.
Salvation Army on 1325, Round Rock