the scary depths of imagination

Sometimes I wonder, do I have too much time on my hands?



I realize I don't until I start doing things like this with my spare time. Is this art? A giant toy? A weapon that will mass hypnotize the (hetero) men of the world into a helpless stupor? Or just, you know, a giant plaster o' pussy? Perhaps the answer is far too much for our minds to handle. Personally, I think I'm better off not knowing. Especially since it appears to have wheels.