A man just below my window was just crying into a phone, calling someone baby and saying i-love-you; I went to look and a young girl was across the street with an enormous bouquet of helium balloons: she didn't have a phone and I couldn't hear the man anymore.
For die Kunstformen linked to in the above pic, I cannot recommend clicking on all of the ones labeled "tafel". They blow any mandala away, so far as keeping my attention's concerned... or lack of it, whichever it is that makes me seem more zen about staring blankly for long periods at pictures of cool stuff and stuff.
Wait. That Michael Jackson guy died? This is fabulous... faaaabuluouousss.
Bjork sampled a different song off of this album for human behavior. The vocals on this make me miss my Mystic Moods filthy cheesecake party records. I'll have to dust those off next time I'm in the MI.
I used to go to this poster store called Terry Gilliam's Sock (
Terryho ponožky) in the PRG. They had a couple of these.
I'm dreading moving, but look forward to not worrying about finding a place anymore.
This is probably the best complete waste of money that I've seen in a good bit.
I don't know what that says about me.
Open the doors and there's all the peeple.
These remind me of Egon Schiele, but I don't hate him for it.
I picture you having one of these someday.
I fell down this rabbithole hard this morning.
which led here...
then into this whole crafty thing, but that was probably because I was making t-shirts; Frankenstein didn't have anything to do with it.
This Bento Box made me think of you, through and through (even the turkey club).
More soon.
