admitting.

Pigeon Shit Breakfast

Call me Minnehaha but last week we had everything and the girl. Instant tease and oatmeal lost their embedded intelligence due to your looped mouth backtalk everyone can't seem to get enough of .

At this

intersection, I go left with no right angles to corner my lips. Thyroid explosions happen every time you bat your instigative eye balls. There's no sex in your violence or ghosts in your fridge. Why couldn't' you tell me the

point I'm

trying to make broke under your ten speed and forgotten French? Was it that hardly integrated into your daily regiment to pull and push some auxiliary strings so my ankle could possibly twist less? The drunk fly on my tongue and callused clean palms last night dominated rarely tanned leather while all you ate was canned spelling soup that tasted

not ok.

un stuck.

Bye Bye Bucky Blue Eyes

Greedy grape kissers kept inventory over ape shit. I thought recipes and calculators expired monthly in your mouth by really it was all the time in your hands. Call it namesakes because

that's how

we re wrote continental histories. African food stores diligent soap operatic one week newsstands waiting for our discovery. Was it after the strip tease

I stopped

wet landing the basic bed sheets your sweaty face pollinated? I hope pigtails and nose rings were only epoxy and flux for lady tar tar. Ten points for you dodging out of knee busting cinema sluts. if only the whole tale poked looser holes in my body bag. It's an Indian summer and I am not as fly as the mosquitoes

wanting you.

Mind Control

A new definition of monkey see monkey do. This just goes to show that you can really control your emotions if you wanted to. I think this relates to this movie....

BRAganza

I want to make things that have never been made before- Yoshikazu Yamagata. Here is an image of one of his giganitc clothing items for Fall 2005. His white colossus can be found hanging in a tree, at other times it appears on the banister in a stairwell - food for the imagination but not to unsimilar to Vito Acconci's Adjustable Wall Bra. Public space is leaving home- I always thought this Acconci quote was related to the Wall Bra for some reason. It's making one of the most private spaces (the space between the breast and the cup) in habitable for all and all body parts for that matter. One could also relate home to a mother's breast that you stop feeding from . My brascape is itching to make it out and again... any suggestions?