I See Whimsical Has Arrived.

Merci Beaucoup! I'm not sure how they keep finding me, but they do, and I can only applaud their enthusiasm. These little books come in the mail every so often. They make no sense. I think they are written in haiku. About what I do not know. Printed on high quality paper they are seeping with incongruous pictures, like someone wearing a unicorn mask standing in an Eastern European seaside public restroom holding a rooster in one hand and a $30,000 clutch in the other. I'm starting to get a collection.