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Tonight we went to an opening of a family friend at a gallery in midtown. At the opening, I went up to the friend's father-in-law to say hello, and he mistook me for a real estate agent. A real estate agent. Granted this person is 100 years old at least, but.
I don't understand it! This is how I looked:
To celebrate, I am stabbing out my eyes and replacing them with lemons. I am donning a red pleather newsie hat and dog tags and striped boxers. I will move into a jr1br wd pnld bsmnt apt and go topless and contort my face into expressions of constipation.
This is where you will find me. This is my new life.
Love, Slothy
posted by sloth @ 10:06 PM
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14 Comments:
Slothy dearest dear I believe I was supposed to show up at this opening you speak of and instead did not show. If this elder you speak of is who I think it is - large, white hair, lecherous - you are not to blame for this misconstrusion of reality. You are not a real estate agent, he is a porcupine of elder dwindling and these are the end times. You are one of the only truth beacons, such goes unseen by the bored and narcissistic. This is only a theory. Sorry.
I LOVE YOU!!!
mm love back! but mm it's really not so bad down here. I've been studying the secrets of gnip gnop and boggle.
oh how I wish you had been there tonight, ems! yes, it was the self-same elder, and yes, his gnarled hands were pinching and grabbing at a very young female the whole time.
also and ps, even though it would have saved the evening if you had been there, I am telling you in all seriousness that you did not miss ANYTHING, and the event was deadly with a consistency of 30% pompous and 35% annoying and 20% social climbers and 10% name-droppers.
still, the paintings were not bad.
I am sure the paintings weren't bad. I like this nameless artist's work very much - weird retro precious sloppy visionary....will definitely see the show. I had the therapy. It was very much the time of tears for me and I just didn't want to go jabber away pretending I was fine. But today, dear Sloths, all is well. It is a superstitious day and I have bloodbaths on my mind. It is good for the artz.
Plus we leave for southern climes to view the artz of UF. Full report when I am back. Pats to the Sloth pelt.
Thank you for the pats, mm. In fact I am changing my name to pat, or maybe PAM! for my new career in real estate.
mm, me too about the shrinkage! I think we're on the same wavelength these days, a swooping wavelength with some upside-down parts. Excellent that you could ride the wavelength to the bloodbath. did it pour through sliding-open elevator doors like in The Shining? I need to find these doors.
bon voyage and ejoy parts south, mm! wandee and mr. sloths and I will raise our trumpets to you and UF when your jet roars overhead. Stick your hand out the window and wave so we know it's you.
Tomorrow is the last day of structured calisthenics at NIPS. Then we do 3 weeks of interrogations. After that, it's back to beige! Simple beige. Calm beige. Beige beige.
congradulations slothy!
ps, I like your panelling. Very rustic.
There is something so easy, so unruffling, about Beige. This lack of challenge can lead, though, to the Soul-Numbing.
This is the horns of the dilemma.
Jd I saw your work in the hort auction catalogue, amazing work, very generous too! I hope they find good homes. I'm interested in that girl keltie's work also in the auction, i think she's pretty good.
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sloth, i am thinking your new look is going to really do wonders with the interrogations forthcoming. also at beige, when you think about it. good lux with the cessation of NIPS - - for now....
jd, i wish my beige were more numbing. i would welcome the numbing.
Hi Corny, and thanks. I like Keltie's work too, though I need to see it in the flesh, of course. Hope the auction is fun. . .
FB, sorry your beige is not more numbing. Stressful beiges sort of defeat the purpose.
Why has Blogger stripped me of my anonymity? Not that it matters, I guess. . .
Testing, testing. . .
Sorry, Sloth.
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