Friday, June 02, 2006
Buckles Fix Everything
There is something about a buckle that brings hope to my inner eyes. I don't know what it is, whether it's the way one thing pokes into the other thing or how you can tighten them...I am not clear on this part. Basically I am in receipt of brain damage and I am not concerned even though others around me may be. The stains on the t-shirt remain. The pudge seeps over the top of the pants and this is how it is, it is meditative. I am going to have a show in Miami, is what I found out. This may be better than the buckles, I am not sure. Excitement looms in the pants-region.