Alpaca. Picasso. Alpaca.
I think it says it all.
Picasso has demonstrated, well, I’d say it was a passionate love affair, but he might say it was merely scientific eperiments.
He sleeps upon the alpaca, he drools it, he nestles into it, he sits on it, he sits next to it, he sniffs it, he rubs against it, he loves upon it.
And it is clear that alpacas and llamas? Very closely related, thank you.
Picasso’s very torridness tells me so.
