I had no idea it was Easter until Monday afternoon, when I overheard two people talking about Easter. What are you doing for Easter? one of them burped. Probably the strangest holiday. I wonder how many people have any real understanding of what it's (supposed to be) about. I mean, I think most people could offer up a basic famous-carpenter-on-the-cross scenario, but I bet a VAST MAJORITY could not tell you why it's called GOOD FRIDAY. And if you can think of ten people who will be in church this weekend (real people that you know, not the goddamn Pope) then please email me and call me Doubting Thomas. * * * * * proportional parts ; inks on paper (math text book), for ARIEL. * * * * * Another drawing for my project with ARIEL, done from this poem: How to Knit a Scarf Your hand clamped gently over his mouth. Your lifeline riding his tongue. * Make fibre from the faintest atmospheric pressure. From newsprint and g
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