the requisite precision of measurement,
the texture and grain of the wood
(the 6 sides & 8 corners of each piece)
all coming together,
the intimidation of the whirring blade,
But when you nail it, you nail it.
It's fulfilling, gratifying.
And for a moment, all the shit of the world seems alright; tolerable;
even if you know there's no such thing as a perfectly square room.
(the rest has to come off voluntarily)
(how the shoes are still on is a mystery)
this is one of them…
what to do with such awareness?!
The mind/body split,
The 7/10 split,
The fe/male split...
seriously, the gender gap?
for how long does this remain at the core of our being?
(the ultimate biological trick!),
(what a punch line!)
& the Great Cosmic Joke
…you own or have access to a hot dog outfit
...you like to make fart noises in museums &/or churches
...you like to talk film or music or theory or physics or make fart noises in museums &/or churches
...you'd like to go to a museum or church, or see a film or live music or eat food that's incredibly delicious 'for the price'!
...if, when listening to The Stooges, you get a little wobbly in the knees
...if you like dirty old men
(cuz that's pretty much what I am)
...or, if you just want to make fart noises in museums &/or churches—I really can't stress enough how much I want you to say 'yes' to this.