Who do you think you are, he says (actually the most supportive one) - Christi?
Who?
Ah. Christ-o.
Yeah, no. looks like. . . Christi it is.
Why do I always do this? Two days, twelve hundred pieces of paper, twenty mile an hour winds. Feel good about tearing it down, pouting and swimming instead. The full moon will come up and go down over this island this night with no one missing my grandeoeuvredemots. Why, though, this need to make 30 foot paintings, to have exhibits that change completely every day for ten days, to need two hundred pound dogs, to paint in reverse on layers of ever-breaking glass, to produce all-night literary readings in multiple languages in a country that doesn't even have the same alphabet?
I must be worried about my very small penis.
Anyway. Lots of soooooooooooooo lovely people around. (Stathia. Leila. Angels. Exceptional). I am certainly the crab in this affair. Will accept ...my peculiar smallness.
.....I do have big balls though).(don't I??) i'll let 'em swing some other time.
must off to the sea!!
sing: (i like to be beside your side beside the seaside by the sea, by the sea, oh how happy we'll be.. or, as juliet mis-sang: i like to peepee by your side, by the seaside by the sea, by the sea. oh, how Happy I'll be!!)
