The Secret Delights of Love and the Merchants of Menace

Here is a cheap book I bought to draw in and these are the drawings I made. Any resemblance to any human dead or alive is purely coincidental. Life's been very unpretty recently - diarrhoea and all that.I had the weirdest dream today. Not the weirdest content I say but what happens is I have a bit of an argument with Kirs about the house and how she makes a mess of everything, you know, the usual, then walk towards the bathroom and spit a lot in the wash basin. I woke up to find that I had actually- a split second before I woke up - spat on the pillow and on my hair. I had to wash up and panic all at the same time. Bloody hell, all this when I'm not even on any drugs or pills. The other day I dreamt I was a fish in bed and my mosquito net was a fishing net. I was the fish in love with a fisherman willingly getting caught. Yesterday, I dreamt Smriti Irani, the lady who plays Tulsi in Kyunki (Kyunki... remember my Irish friend?) saying in an interview that she likes Bjork's music (!?!?)
Akshay: you're really good at these - you can make a career out of them, if you want to.
Chamki: the dreams?
Akshay: you never know, you could become an overpaid prophet of dreams. i can sell visions and you can sell dreams. together we'll be merchants.
Chamki: merchants of menace?

akshay is a photu man. he thinks he sells visions, excuse him.