It was a happy marriage: were happy to get married, and happy to divorce. I would like to tell you about it's awkward moments, and some objects.

Please, note that a picture is the original picture of my ExHusband that I took before he shaved his head, cut off the beard (in that order) and left it on a bathroom floor for several weeks. Cut off his head and shaved the beard, haha, i am little bit dislectic. I think he looked much better without beard, and almost all men look fantastic with very very short hair.

First object is a Zebra Patterned Wheelchair. Then come Tatooted Quails, plastic skulls, selfprogrammed music,  Head of The Pig in a fridge,  fetishparties,  Cat Mummy,  Sprouted Candies, guest appearances of Mother cutting a big hole in a curtain kind, and more. 

Before I continue to indulge in telling this short story, I would like to post a part of the poem by John Cooper Clarke. Those who haven't heard of this poet, please google , he is a great poet of now.

Poem is called "(I married) A Monstre from Outer Space".

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The days were numbered - the nights were spent

In a rent free furnished oxygen tent

When a cyborg chef served up moon beams

Done super rapid on a laser beam

I needed nutrition to keep up the pace

When I married the monster from outer space.