Rants & RavesThursday, February 28, 2002
Dumbland Tuesday, February 05, 2002
Drazy’s eyes the brightest of bright, coloured the night with a slight every so tinge of coffee. A taste of relief entered my mind as I looked into Drazy’s eyes. I know they’re not real eyes, but cut from the roughest of cardboard, maybe a corn flakes packet. These packets have known to be used for taxi signs in times of need. Engaged/Vacant card could easily be slipped in to two vertical slots carved in the box. Drazy’s arms made from pipe cleaners, a worthy cause indeed, and besides I smoke joints. Bright red and yellow pipe cleaners intertwined to provide not only strength, but dexterity and an all round wholeness. Drazy my beauty, my what and admirable trunk you posses with an oil based coating underpinned by macaroni shells. A worthy substance for construction, if a little overlooked by the over 10 avant-garde. Some may dismiss you as a silly little doll, but to me you’re an avatar sent through some heavenly divine.
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