So I’ve been feeling a little guilty after last week’s embroidered “child burning in inferno” picture. It just left a weird note for me. To be fair, these ALSO weird me out, but at least they’re smiling. In fact, this first girl’s achieved a level of happiness attainable only through special surgical techniques. Thus, the $5.99 bandage. It hides the scars. To be fair, I did see that wide-eyed stare at Austin’s new Electronica/Dance/Trampoline club, BoÃ¼ns, but I think she’s a little overdressed for Acid House Tuesdays.
I…I really, really like flowers. It’s not just that I like them, it’s that we have, like, a transcendent understanding of the flowers. I know the flowers. They know me.
I would be a flower.
I always liked the “He’s got the whole world in his hand” song. It’s reassuring, friendly, and you can aim for it when you’re tone-deaf and still throw a leaner. And yet…and yet I imagined the hand of god gently cradling the world. Not so much with the “erupting from the ground like a fleshy pink five-fingered monolith,” no. But if it did, I would totally worship that.
I mean, who WOULDN’T worship the supreme being if he looked like a four-foot version of Thing from the Addams Family? It would throw a strange light on certain biblical verses, like “And he created man and woman in his image..but just the hands, the rest came from some other entity entirely. In fact, every part is from some totally different mythology, which is why they don’t really match.”
It does look just a bit like at any time the giant hand of god might just launch the poor kiddo right out of Ceramics and into Silk Plants, maybe score five points by knocking over an artificial calla lily. But that would be behavior unbecoming of a supreme being.
“Small girl, big eyes” from the Goodwill near the “Y” In Oak Hill. “In His Hands” from Savers on North Loop and Burnet, Austin.