"What are the flowers for?"
“My friend gave them to me to cheer me up.”
“Why did you need cheering up?”
“It’s been a rough week for several reasons. It began with me crying while reading a poem in front of a bunch of people.”
“What was the poem about?”
“It was about my best friend attempting suicide in my house, then me having an abortion a few years later, then that same friend successfully committing suicide, then me getting pregnant. It’s sort of my reflection on the cyclical nature of life. And how we are a lot more connected than we understand or admit. The poem is titled: ‘I realized last night that, for the first time in my life, I am finally really willing to be an organ donor.’
I was like “Sherlock Holmes”? Are we not saying that right?
How is it supposed to be said….
They’re probably talking about Barflesnarp Crumpleface…
Oh, you mean Buttermilk Snugglesnatch?
1968 Elrod House | Architect: John Lautner | Palm Springs, CA | Photos: Leland Y. Lee
Urs Fischer, Untitled, 2011
Paraffin wax mixture, pigment, steel and wicks