22 x 30 inches
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pair of red panties. Ten scraps of blue fabric. One bug with
transparent wings. Three
old songs. One orange rubberband. Walnut ink spilled on paper.
One tap dance with a
birthday cake on my head. Two hundred dreams about a rock star.
pencils. One place where the glass slipper no longer fits. One lipstick
called Nightlife. His eyes.
My system is a ship. Stay very close to nature. Wonder about
lightbulbs with a childlike intensity. When I kiss your lips
I want to sink down to the bottom of the sea. Think about what
true suffering is. Embrace my insignificance. Scream let me
in and then hide from the door. Sign a book out of the library
called Sculpting with Cement and do the exact opposite of what
it says. Buy the book Nothing Is Impossible and try to believe.
Circular not linear. It’s
like putting on socks.
Connect the dots. Don’t forget to buy pull-ups. Remain enchanted
with ideals. Get everything mixed up with large quantities of irreverence.
Have another cup of coffee. It’s all about joy.