wear your dream like ice cream

writing to escape futile apathy

tighty whities

ahem, we are talkin underwear here nothing deep or racial

this isn’t even about how you pack or load

what I am suggesting without fashion consciousness is something far better than joining a rally. Allow me to reroute your underwear.

It would be refreshing to turn on the television and see some blissful comedy. Let’s laugh at ourselves and not each other for a change.

I want jaws to drop for me even though I’m not able to sing or suck the carbons out of the air.

I want to be a hero

Can I become such a mover and shaker just for giving the world something else to do with their tighty whities?

New friends March! Create structures… dive in! Pick a hat that best describes your mood and purpose

Ride this clown wagon until the wheels fall off

All you need is the spirit to wear your dream on your forehead. This is a test. Who do you know?

Who out there needs to be reminded of happiness?

Pick one: Cookie Dough, I Quit, Sockette, Sunrise, Old Glory, Jazz, Temp Work, Home Grown, Breeder, Quick Study, Lost n Space, Pussycat, Bones, Hardwired, Alpha Bitch, Keep Up, All Foam, Ooch!

Allow that one liner to become the badge that gets you through the day

Get noticed

maybe even get asked to leave

but be remembered for wearing a stupid tighty whity hat.

February 12, 2007 Posted by | art, Chicago, peace, performance, politics, underwear | Leave a comment