‘They got no horns and they got no tails,
They don’t even know of our existence.
Am I wrong to believe in the City of Gold
That lies in the deep distance?’
(Neil Young?)
Sounds too much like the feathered regalia of the Mesoamerican tribes…
I think it would be really rad if I could exchange my hands for different attachments, like a mixer when I’m baking cake or a chainsaw when I’m fighting the Evil Dead.
Maybe this want is to practical for this discussion.
No thanks, Edward. If I wanted crazy lung disease from bird feathers, I’d raise fighting cocks.
‘They got no horns and they got no tails,
They don’t even know of our existence.
Am I wrong to believe in the City of Gold
That lies in the deep distance?’
(Neil Young?)
Sounds too much like the feathered regalia of the Mesoamerican tribes…
I have no idea, but I’d love to know your answer to this one!
I think it would be really rad if I could exchange my hands for different attachments, like a mixer when I’m baking cake or a chainsaw when I’m fighting the Evil Dead.
Maybe this want is to practical for this discussion.