innerviews_mahayana_zakah frAnk what are you thinking? (seriously. i think you rock.) 011228 ... Mahayana: Zakah: a plethora of actions but right now: i have to get that cast iron kitchen sink from the side of the road two blocks away before the anti-recycling garbage men/women come by & snatch it away from me into the dirty stinky pits of wasteful hell ... where everything goes in & nothing ever comes out fuck fuck fuck that cast iron sink is just screaming for me to recycle her ... her in her kohler 70 some year old perfect body of white porcelain masking domesticness ... she wants to be birthed into a garden piece or some other worx of art [i shall return with many more thinkings & hopefully a cast iron kohler kitchen sink] [[down into the throws of my dungeon-esq working benches to create some sort of one person pushing/pulling/dragging device to bring home new art materials]] [[[if i dont come back, i am either flatout besides, ontop , or under the sink, say a prayer for me, and pull the fucking plug baby]]] 011228 ... Mahayana: Zakah: existence is so deficient when you haven’t any 'kick ass roll over the entire fucking universe and reverse cast bearing wheels' to heave/haul that cast iron, pallid porcelain, kitchen sink, that is just in the offing, two blocks absent on the face of the road [save me sass, accumulate me, she calls 2 me & im trying believe me but fuck where have all my heavy duty wheels gone] [[at a moment in time, like this, i wish i had 5 of me, but than… that would be an irritation far to unbearable, ~ugh~ to tolerate myself x's 5, almost not meritible towards the accumulation of any sink]] [[[unwavering 2 salt away that sink, & that is that]]] 011228 what's it to you? who go blather from