this sweet chinese woman with yellow ball sacks swinging on a string which copp once chomped now goes unmolested with dogs and clouds and waves gamboling about.

this p.s. i saw a graffito on a sycamore with a drawing of a cock and balls that said "ball sack" like a signature, and i thought of this guy, an artist who bought a painting from the gallery i was in, who signed his check ball sack. this has nothing to do with a sweet old lady swinging a yellow ball sack, but it just goes to show you how a deranged mind works.