The Wild Woman of Borneo wields her wand in a stone room and climbs a ladder that goes nowhere.
Digital photomontage, heartbreak, despair, on cardboard with hair and glue.
twelve inches high by a thousand sleepless nights long.
In “The Wrestler” there is a point near the end of the movie where Mickey Rourke’s character, “a used-up piece of meat” is working part time at a deli counter. He’s at the end of his rope, and he’s slicing some ham for some guy’s sandwich, and he hauls back his fist and jams his thumb into the blade of the big meat slicer and that pretty much sums up how I feel right now.
There’s just nothing better to do at this point.
He rubs the blood all over his face and then runs through the store scaring the crap out of the ‘normal’ people doing their Sunday shopping.
“I WANT SOMETHING DONE!”
In other news, I made some damn good pizza last night.
Turn your oven up to a million. Put a cast iron skillet over a high flame for ten minutes. Take your baseball sized dough ball, and flatten it to the size of a small plate. Drop it into the smoking hot skillet.
Fast as you can, top with carmelized onions, goat cheese, mushrooms, and artichoke hearts.
Throw that bitch in the oven for three minutes until it’s charred along the edges.
Eat it fast and burn the roof of your mouth and put out the flames with beer.
Repeat X 2.
Under the heading “More of The Same,”
I am broken hearted.
It is but the human condition.