This picture is so amazing that I’m going to spend the rest of the week on it. I could probably spend an ENTIRE week on it, but really that’s too much madness for one week.You could get lost in it.
Take crazy-eyes here. Crazy-eyes, like so many of her friends, lives in a foot. It’s a scary thing, living in a foot. Sometimes, people with other, dirtier feet visit the neighborhood. They leave dirty footprints, and we talk about them, and the strange prints they leave behind. We talk about them, and we wonder about them. And then we look into our window of the endless void, and that makes everything suddenly pointless, and simpler for it.
No-one who was not a majestic foot-rider would ever, truly, understand the majestic foot-riders. You could pretend–you could, you know, saddle up a foot, take one out for a spin, but you didn’t have the soul of a foot-rider. You didn’t have the rhythm of the rise and fall of an arch, you didn’t have the bounce and stride in your bones. You didn’t have the big blue fringed collar of a majestic foot-rider, and that was truly a shame. But you probably didn’t have the smell either, so there’s that.
Goodwill on 2222 and Lamar, Austin. I wish I bought this.