"you had such vision of the street, as the street hardly understands" --T.S. Eliot--
Monday, June 20, 2011
condiments
visited Tate Britain on my birthday. since i couldn't draw a straight line to save my ass, i compensate by being cozy in an art gallery or museum -- staring, admiring, drooling, reflecting. or these are lethargic activities that spinsters do? subliminal be damned?
there's always the option of having a party, catering, balloons, dancing, karaoke. can't hurt. but would torture the neighbours ears. can't ruffle sensitive feathers.
i prefer being a bore.
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