The world as I left it, Mary Ruefle
Wood, cement, steel, polyester.
Glass, marble, ink and ether.
Water, ash, asphalt and leather. Plastic.
Stone, fur, copper and silk. Silver, cotton,
paper and clay. Bone, horn, coal, gold,
gas, soil, rubber and cardboard. Mud. Tin.
Wool, wax, lead. Ice, oil, paint and bronze.
Rayon, cork, vinyl and sand. Numbers.
Dust, slate, graphite and glue.
I was almost happy.
It just occurred to me (my extremities are really cold) to microwave myself. But that wouldn’t actually work at all. Back to square one.
Repression is the highest form of flattery.
The Veronica Mars Movie Project by Rob Thomas — Kickstarter
(via rachelfershleiser)
THIS IS EVERYTHING
You’re a Doll.
Repression is the highest form of flattery.
It’s difficult—if you try hard enough—I know
you can get it. Take off your glasses,
to see worse and look better. Roll the eyes.
I’ll wear my contacts all week—be new
and improved. It feels wrong. Contortion
is the highest form of flattery. I’m flexible
if I can plan everything out. You’re fine
if you’re quiet enough about it. Clowns
are fucking serious. Clowning is the highest
form of not giving a shit. Embody your
emotions and imitate yourself. You’re fine.
Getty Images flip book via BBDO. This is what makes me excited about advertising.
