mumbling to myself outloud, in public. at times it is embarrassing, but it is as it is. I know you're expecting art!
It is here, but interwoven / embedded with cyber residue of life.
Sunday, August 19, 2012
the dust lather muffin of love
hovers ever near my feet just waiting for an unsuspecting moment to lunge in for an eeek screaming lathering dripping facial or neck slurpification. I try to block but almost always get nailed by her slurpification of love! that or she just likes to watch me shriek and call out her name, DDDOOOPPTY-yyy-eee! nooooooOOOO! no is her new last name. again she patiently awaits her pouncing moment. I work on, brush the spittle from my cheek and remind myself to get over since my work process involves being grundged from head to toe. I need not worry about my slurpification. perhaps I should consider it the pre-rinse cycle.