I build characters as costumes. Costumes myself. Frankensteins made of pieces of stories heard at random, invented or experienced. Stories in the recesses intergalactic views around me. A man boards a bus. Some pictures on facebook. I myself, if it were another. If it were another. If it were many.
Valley, board, hit. Buttons and zippers. Glitter and stars. I make my costumes. The word costume made of materials that come from everywhere. Acts of memory. Of the pitfalls of memory, you know. Fiction.
Valley, board, hit. Buttons and zippers. Glitter and stars. I make my costumes. The word costume made of materials that come from everywhere. Acts of memory. Of the pitfalls of memory, you know. Fiction.
If there is something that excites me is to build costumes. Fiction costumes, but costumes and satin fabric.
I'm not good for crafts, hand me stupid, I: left foot, I made two costumes of felt and fabric for my children. Yarn, needles, buttons. Ah, the benefits of felt! Ah, the benefits of this paste overpowering smell of which brings back memories of childhood.
(thousand years ago, when the world was dangerous, toxic and unhealthy, were fashionable everlasting bubbles made of a polyethylene type of gum. Eternal and huge bubbles floating in the air shimmering over the centuries. They were not biodegradable those bubbles and the dough with which had made the smell of pure chemistry, the insanity. My mother said - with a vision ahead of its time - "anything that smells so it can be good" and we seized the bubbles, the tube that came with hallucinogenic paste that is made, the stick from which blew. But the smell always called us, wanted to smell it until the world lost a bat flutter around our ears)
procrastinate, I spent hours sewing aprons, pockets, wings, ears, coats, eyes. Measuring and cutting. Drawing and gluing. And I was happy, quite happy. I forgot my sorrows eternal sewing, my tiny misfortunes. Is delaying progress. Fleeing
is located.
I found that I can read while sewing. That while I sew, I can make up stories. No wonder the word text comes from the word weaving. Would have to look for ways to write while I sew, weave, stick buttons, stitched eyelets. Made
costume fabric and ribbon as happy as I was typing. The finished product, since on the bed and then super happy bodies of my children, is of incredible beauty. Believe me that I, his left hand, the clumsy hands, I made fabric costume and I'm so proud of them as words of my costumes.
I'm not good for crafts, hand me stupid, I: left foot, I made two costumes of felt and fabric for my children. Yarn, needles, buttons. Ah, the benefits of felt! Ah, the benefits of this paste overpowering smell of which brings back memories of childhood.
(thousand years ago, when the world was dangerous, toxic and unhealthy, were fashionable everlasting bubbles made of a polyethylene type of gum. Eternal and huge bubbles floating in the air shimmering over the centuries. They were not biodegradable those bubbles and the dough with which had made the smell of pure chemistry, the insanity. My mother said - with a vision ahead of its time - "anything that smells so it can be good" and we seized the bubbles, the tube that came with hallucinogenic paste that is made, the stick from which blew. But the smell always called us, wanted to smell it until the world lost a bat flutter around our ears)
procrastinate, I spent hours sewing aprons, pockets, wings, ears, coats, eyes. Measuring and cutting. Drawing and gluing. And I was happy, quite happy. I forgot my sorrows eternal sewing, my tiny misfortunes. Is delaying progress. Fleeing
is located.
I found that I can read while sewing. That while I sew, I can make up stories. No wonder the word text comes from the word weaving. Would have to look for ways to write while I sew, weave, stick buttons, stitched eyelets. Made
costume fabric and ribbon as happy as I was typing. The finished product, since on the bed and then super happy bodies of my children, is of incredible beauty. Believe me that I, his left hand, the clumsy hands, I made fabric costume and I'm so proud of them as words of my costumes.
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