For some time I’ve been telling people about a Tim Horton’s cup with two snowmen about to go through with a hot cocoa suicide pact. Since Tim Horton’s changed their cup art, I couldn’t prove it to anyone. But lo and behold, I must have taken a picture of the gruesome holiday art way back when, as I just found this image buried in a folder:
Moments before the winter tragedy
Nathan Saliwonchyk, January 6, 2010.
Found in box labelled "tsatskis to look at"
Nathan Saliwonchyk, January 6, 2010.
Found in box labelled "tsatskis to look at"
Per Isabella’s advice (see this previous tsatski), I have investigated the antithesis of the Marxian coffee remains in my cup:
Class Unconsciousness
Frightening! I truly am not sure whose soul or anti-soul I am drinking every morning. I think this may be Santa Claus. Is it okay to drink Santa’s soul or am I going to hell?
Nathan Saliwonchyk, January 6, 2010.
Found in box labelled "tsatskis to look at"
Something I wrote when I was 16. The things one finds in filing cabinets.
The Day I Ate My Dwarf Spleens
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The day the sky rained egg
I reached so soft across
pulled from the setting sky
the raging Albatross.
“Release me now,” it roared at me
with snaking tails in its breath,
Nathan Saliwonchyk, January 4, 2010.
Found in box labelled "tsatskis with writing"
The coffee stain in my cup… it took me a while, but eventually I discovered its true identity:
Baristas of the world: Unite!
There can be no other conclusion than:
THE RESTLESS COMMUNIST SPECTRE OF KARL MARX IS HAUNTING MY MORNING COFFEE!!!
Which means I am drinking the materialist anti-soul of Karl Marx every morning. Every morning!
Nathan Saliwonchyk, January 4, 2010.
Found in box labelled "tsatskis to look at"
