The Story of Love

Clearly there's a story here, involving my face and your beating tomato, but let's investigate the notion to its illogical conclusion: there is a mother and a son (of that I am certain); there is quite possibly water; a lunch is indefinately consumed at some point or other by something that might be an gigantic dog.

And there is music, oh yes! there is music.

These elements assemble themselves with incommensurate clarity into a meticulous reworking of all of mythology.

Any questions or comments should be directed to the virtual professor whose handle on the subject cannot be mistaken for anything other than what it is.