Q's new best friend is St. Lucy, the Patron Saint of Eyesight . . . which is why she is carrying a bucket of eyeballs (complete with eyelashes) in her left hand. The cactus in her right hand is just some kind of sprig-ish thing.
I am particularly impressed by the fact that St. Lucy's head floats above her body . . . and also by the fact that, as a saint, she apparently has no need of feet. As the spirit rises, the body begins to dissipate. I'm sure that this would make Plato very happy.
Oddly enough, Q's love for St. Lucy has not mitigated her hatred for former best friend Helen Keller, who is now a "mean, stupid, ugly little blind girl." Wow. Q is a straight shooter, you've got to give her that. Apparently at some point Helen K. became a hitwoman, as she seems to have gunned down a few folks . . . and I think at one point she was going for Little Bo Peep (or Peepie as I call her--when I want to get a rise out of Q). Ah, such a rich and wonderful world Atlantis is . . . way down below the ocean.
I am particularly impressed by the fact that St. Lucy's head floats above her body . . . and also by the fact that, as a saint, she apparently has no need of feet. As the spirit rises, the body begins to dissipate. I'm sure that this would make Plato very happy.
Oddly enough, Q's love for St. Lucy has not mitigated her hatred for former best friend Helen Keller, who is now a "mean, stupid, ugly little blind girl." Wow. Q is a straight shooter, you've got to give her that. Apparently at some point Helen K. became a hitwoman, as she seems to have gunned down a few folks . . . and I think at one point she was going for Little Bo Peep (or Peepie as I call her--when I want to get a rise out of Q). Ah, such a rich and wonderful world Atlantis is . . . way down below the ocean.
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