drawing baphomet triplets having a birthday in honor of this being my 666th post.
last year Mary, Maria, and Marie were still small goat headed shadow blobs who only spoke in opera music and had trouble with shoelaces. look at them now! fingers and everything. sometimes too many, but they’re trying.
after cake time they’ll be led outside to three tiny tricycles crafted from the rib of a great beast that fell from the stars long ago in a time before time.
a fight will break out over who gets the one with rainbow streamers on the handles which their mother has to break up by painstakingly taking the streamers off of them all and making sure everyone had the same amount of every color. the holes in the handles emit a blinding white light and a low hum. she feels a headache coming on.
Mary also slips and cracks her horn on a table. she cries for 20 minutes until she’s offered a balloon animal. she suddenly doesn’t care about the wound, much to the delight of her mother, sisters, attending small children, and the 14 hooded figures in party hats milling around the backyard.
it’s a pretty good birthday.
