There's a line from Coleridge that's appropriate to the position we find ourselves in at present, but I can't remember how it goes. I've called today's quackling 'Samuel' because he reminds me of an opium eater.
Dedicated to my passion for duckies, the flesh eating kind. The concept was born over a year ago, the first little creature was a hand-painted rubber duck, from there my army was born. What began as an over-sized, absurd, graphic narrative of their transformation has turned into an army of duckie flesheaters. I present to you an undead duck a day for 110 days (all though it won't really be everyday, I do have another life)
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