The heartless toy-soldier heart.

There is. Indeed. A heart. For everyone. Even for those who kill. Even for those toy-soldiers who decorate shelves because they get sold. And they get sold because their job is to protect by killing or just to kill.  Stop killing your toys with other toys. Stop. Give your toy-soldier a heart.
 

 

The melting-colours heart. 

Whoever wears this colour-melting hat starts seeing life from a different perspective. With a hat like this one on, you've got nothing to be afraid of. A shield will form. Colours will start melting all over creating a thick layer of frost-looking colour lava.

This is the only way to freeze your heart, protect it, and defrost it in the future so you can have a cup of pollution remedy tea with your great great great grandchildren when they are at the same age as you at the exact time of defrost.

Enjoy!

 

The Snoopy heart.  

That is not nice. Snoopy has expressed an interest in bying a heart. At the same time, Snoopy is after a balloon heart. Now, I say, anyone would automatically assume that poor Snoopy ain't got a heart and that's why he's after one. But he does. And that's what most kids believe so stop ruining it and grow young for once.

Thanks to Kim for sending me this picture. 

 

 The confused person heart.  

There was always something confusing that raised questions and made my drawn person unhappy and unable to deal with the situation. Something with the likes. Something with dislikes. Something with the hormones. And something with the thoughts. Something was definitely wrong. 

My drawn person didn't give up. With its confused heart, my drawn person first wanted, then decided, to let it be. The behaviour kept changing with the days and that was a fact. Among all the different selves, my drawn person preferred the Thursday self. 

In the Thursday self, there was a world of selves. The selves of the Thursday self were better people. Brave. Honest. Proud. Hardworking. Kindhearted. Passionate. Optimistic. Spontaneous. Not greedy. Not rude. Tolerant. Fun.  On Thursdays, the drawn person had a mixture of the best qualities of the human race.  Thus, the drawn person only socialised on Thursdays and stayed out of sight during the rest of the week. 

On Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays, the drawn person fought with murderers, psychopaths, liers, wrong-doers, dwarfs of the mind, tolerance-lacking freaks, zombies, money-thirsty vampires, killer trolls. In other words, he fought with all his non-Thursday selves.