Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Breaded Urban Landscapes

It is on the dark side of the moon that ill-proportion staggers into the realm of beauty.  An unnamed franchised fast food restaurant on Smithfield Street was that lunar eating place.  

Laying like a carp on that lumpy,  unlit side of the cosmos,  the importance of coffee swings on it's drip technique cord, pendulous, over the stretched canvas.   Metaphors drip on the Jackson Pollack method picture being made, of people standing in front of me, waiting for food.  Their hips barnstormed neath and over curling i-beams made of silicone.    People had buck teeth.  Beer related largeness.   Drug related complexions.   Goiterama. The museum action came free with a large coffee.  Damn nice deal, daily life.

I'm calling today "International Bad Breeding Day."   Everyone on the planet should thank their lucky stars that everyone doesn't look or act like George Pepard and Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany's.  Randomness is a genius.   No one could have made up the picture.  It's gorgeous,here, on the dark side.  Visit often, so not to get too depressed over opulence, elsewhere.

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