"Utilitarian" by Google Image
"Utilitarian II" by Google Image
I relate to the deer. The deer is all, "Why the eff is there a velvet backdrop behind me. Why is my head stuffed with gauze."
Want to read a great poem? Yes you do:
Corona by Paul Celan
Autumn eats its leaf out of my hand: we are friends.
From the nuts we shell time and we teach it to walk:
then time returns to the shell.
In the mirror it's Sunday,
in dream there is room for sleeping,
our mouths speak the truth.
My eye moves down to the sex of my loved one:
we look at each other,
we exchange dark words,
we love each other like poppy and memory,
we sleep like wine in the shell,
like the sea in the moon's blood ray.
We stand by the window embracing, and people look up from
it is time they knew!
It is time the stone made an effort to flower,
time unrest had a beating heart.
It is time it were time.
It is time.
How awesome is that? "Autumn eats its leaf out of my hand," are you kidding? That's perfect.
I went apartment hunting with my brother. I think he's moving to Greenpoint. It was either Greenpoint or Clinton Hill, but Greenpoint gets him to work quicker.
Can you do a Bill Cosby impression?
Can you do a Tom Hanks impression?
Can you do a Salma Hayek impression?