illustrated here in this sculpture by Steingrimur Eyfjord. The title is Poultry Ways She Developed and Means (2003). Photo courtesy of the Max Protech site.
The problem is not the man or woman you date, live with or marry...but this creature, which inhabits almost every artist.
Removal is not recommended.
Everything is encased in ice today around here.
Whenever that happens, I want to encourage people to go into a forested area with a basketball and just throw it up into the trees. Better. Go with a friend and have him or her bring a basketball and throw them up and listen. The sounds would probably be better if there is snow on the ground and today there is not.
Film it and YouTube it so the rest of us can enjoy it. If you do it after an ice storm in a forest at night and there is a moon it would be very pretty. The basketball throwing thing.
Then make love on the icicles and film that too. You phreaks.
Exhibit it somewhere and people will call you arty.
They probably won't mean it in a good way, but it will be a badge you can wear.
An artist who is not misunderstood is always very afraid.
The cruelest thing you can do to an artist is to express complete understanding and unconditional love for his or her works.
They will get those deer in the rifle scope eyes right away.
It's fun. Try it some time.
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