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Lefty Lucy a Morton Salt Girl

As moss is to stones so are narratives to objects and extrapolating them that are implied is the work of some. Now imagine that this stone is a comedy but not for the sake of laughter. That it's a sketch inserted into club night between fake Chet Baker sets and the smoke. In front of the audience there's a woman that coughs 2 brothers that will shake hands with anybody and a busy person in a t-shirt that says, I'M BUSY. Imagine a crown with no hole that only fits one very high head and that it's her's. She has the tools for this kind of work. She's in a people place where all the slippers are bunnies and the bunnies run small. This is a process by which structure is assembled from other things, Or so she says. Here are three views of Lucy. She's an icon for salt aficionados everywhere. Lefty Lucy was located in the office at Dogmatic for many years. Then she moved to Ruble Street and finally to the Happy Dog gallery in Wicker Park. 

Pitch Black (2002) live tweet on post-its

Pitch Black, live tweet on post-its. There is more. Its just that this is the best part.

Into the hole of the monster of the beast we have fallen, unto the whole goodnight

All that dirty dirt making time with your Coca-Cola commentary is another little piece of something making Mathew Barney look like a fascist humming, Born in the USA for a soup kitchen in Miami. The rest of us, we continue hanging our laundry in the first pages of the novel unnoticed. Good bye, Sir. You were Brave in your back-seat ways.

Yes yes we've invented nothing (maybe not)

“My image of the “ghost,” including everything conventional about its appearance as well as its blind submission to certain contingencies of time and place, is particularly significant for me as the finite representation of torment that may be eternal. Perhaps my life is nothing but an image of this kind; perhaps I am doomed to retrace my steps under the illusion that I am exploring, doomed to try and learn what I should simply recognize, learning a mere fraction of what I have forgotten.” Breton, Andre. Nadja. New York: Grove Press. 1960, 31"Every product of disgust capable of becoming a negation of the family is Dada; Protest by fists with all one’s might in taking destructive action is Dada;...abolition of Dada;...abolition of memory is Dada; abolition of property is Dada; abolition of history is Dada; abolition of property is Dada; abolition of the future is Dada; absolute and indisputable god-like faith in every product of immediate spontaneity is Dada.” Attribute…

man with over sized cloth sack (2006) graphite on paper

He calls wives by their maiden names and he eats bananas much to loudly. He smokes cigarettes and he drinks beer in all of the places where a church will be built. He's just the sort of person that will make a day go from bad to more bad.