I always thought this was a woman but the more I thought about it, it has to be some effete bellbottomed coke head in the corner of a mirror-balled disco in Illinois. By the time the USPS is aware of a health crisis we aren’t talking about NYC.
You gotta watch out for those Christians with an agenda. They’re worse than Al Qaeda. They think we wouldn’t notice if they run the words together what their plan was?
The guy at the stall next to me was throwing out a grand piano. He said it was a player piano to boot. I passed on that but grabbed a handful of letters and papers from the 1950′s. I called Sonja and we made some art out of them.
Sonja made this awesome piece with a page from an old notebook. I took the old envelopes and made them pages for a new notebook.
This worked well, they are prefolded for you. I probably don’t need to explain this, but I will just in case. This assumes you know how to sew the folded pages into a book. Which is easy: sew them together along the spine.
Austin lives in the neighborhood and works at the theater. He and Doug came by the other night and we watched one of Austin’s movies, called “No Fatties”. It was one of three movies Austin made about people vomiting. If you want to watch real people puking, check them out. Austin also reviewed my movie and gave it an 8, so I’m feeling good about myself again. Just thought I’d check in with you all.
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