Popeye’s pictures

Its funny how, in those old Popeye cartoons pictures always appeared on his muscles (cartoonish curves flowing around and under distended forearms). Almost as though he had televisions underneath his skin, epidermis stretched tight over knobs and panels. Wires are plugged into nerves. Nerves run around his body as he chases olive oil, chattering and hacking like a demented computer (screens screaming with images of machine pumps and hammers smashing stone blocks). I never understood why he wanted such an ugly lanky creature like her, but each to their own, I suppose. Huge chinned and twisted, he still goes after her. Intent on performing nefarious acts on her pole thin frame, somehow involving spinach no doubt.