Man on a PedestalChristine Scanlon
Life separates into panels one square for playing, one for lounging one where you can be a super-hero disguised and on fire. Houses that are attached a whole block of window Door window window door… for everybody who passes perspective condensed, leading where to sit, park, stand don't be a half-man don't do anything half-assed even if you divide your time half is reality doubled a man on a pedestal his arm bent but not Barbie bent. Excitement and know-how learned from a magazine logo letters connect to form the bottom line.
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