i do not know where; for i stayed where i was; with regret; mild regret; for in me there have always been two fools; among others; one asking nothing more than to stay where he is; and; the other hoping that life might be slightly less horrid a little further on.
samuel beckett
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
day sixty three
as the clock strikes 8pm i will go to studio and develop a working relationship with "polymer paint" rather than the swollen, ingrown hair on my jaw bone
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is this working relationship with paint a toxic one like the relationship you & your ingrown hair are having? am dying to see the result of the polymer interaction more than the jaw bone ... unless it has nice carvings? lol
1 comment:
is this working relationship with paint a toxic one like the relationship you & your ingrown hair are having? am dying to see the result of the polymer interaction more than the jaw bone ... unless it has nice carvings? lol
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