i wish god were alive to see this

Our Hands Make This.

The reason Ingrid and I needed those glass eyes should begin to become more clear. We are making people. Well, person anyway. Maybe people later.

The hand that didn't work.

Skin grafts on my pillow.

The hand that might work.

Rene came over and we went to Roscoe's to pound foods of the world. After we were done we noticed that the place was crawling with cops and the street was closed off. The cops asked us if we witnessed the crime scene, the shooting, that happened while we ate? It is a real testament to the grits and waffles at Roscoe's that we saw nothing, and didn't even hear a gunshot! That is some truly delicious food. I like to imagine bullets whizzing by my oblivious head while I pound my dinner..

Good morning hairless sculpy head.

Posted by Cali at August 10, 2007 10:47 AM