Monday, February 20, 2006
Keepin' it Real
Tonight, me and my good buddies from college whooped it up in crotch-enhancing costumes, drinking the beers of manhood and jamming about old times. Jamming about old times involves excrement which is not pictured due to its fouling nature, its nature to obscure all else, the omnipresent surface-covering intentions of stool samples which were part of the fun but not part of the picture. My apologies. Anyway, I am headed back to cyber totality. I have a plan which involves content, I cannot be more specific.
I have tied up my best friend Chichi to a tree out on Greenwich St., instructing her to try to get at the chocolate milk pint I have placed just out of her reach. I am filming her. It is a metaphor for striving, for self-destruction, for the conflict of wanting and not wanting, for the beholden object to remain just out of reach seems to be the constant story of everything.