I forget what number stix this is but it's up past 150 and they're
getting ornate, some with sharp pieces of glass sticking out all
over like those high enclosing family compound walls in Barcelona
or St. Augustine - some with wire and metal and process color like
this one - all of it some artifact of my mind trying not to go
absolutely crazy watching the pathetic dregs of what was left of
this society trying to simultaneously kill off its supporting environment
and most every last vestige of civilization itself. Just subsuming
into barbarity, devolving into remnants of fervid dreams the sort
that are about uncompleted sex and cars that won't start no matter
how many people push them down the road.
Time to start resining oddments and endments into them, start
layering, filling up the hollow bit, prepare to repel all darth
vaders and raise a fixative memorial to things gone like fireflies,
radio flyer wagons, cans of nightcrawlers for fishing crappies
and sunnies.
Signed under the windblown and clattering sign of the arco eeries,
$2.54 a gallon.
/m
