THE MEDIUM

Life, through a very, very small window.......what one sees, is what one believes to 'be'........drop the walls, and thus...the windows in the walls.....and Life is something completely different, isn't it? More, on the Relativity of Perspective.....and NOT from the viewpoint of either the nutso Philadelphia Experiment OR Netflix's Stranger Things .......which I've never bothered to watch.....It's always time to haul the Moon Landing sets or video tapes of dead Presidents' funerals out of storage to make way for the lastest hullabaloo....Want to rent my 'hemming machine'?....I've heard that the miniskirt is "In" for next year..... Relax, Jen, the 'juice' hasn't even been turn on....yet....you silly Gelfling....

80 years late.......it's no longer meaningful......on it's dangerous demise in the parking lot of the old Georgia Mental Health parking lot:......up in flames! No time to scoop up the ashes before Parson's Ministry Of Truth's Junior Spies blow their plastic whistles......So the Funeral Urn of the last Mid Century remains empty.......Perhaps I should just fill it with wet paint that will never dry with its 'lid on'......There was the option of rolling it up and smoking it, but there was surely lots of lead and cadmium in the dry pigments.....Don't even think about there having been any other options!...Well, perhaps, some plasticky razor blade-cut flat sculptured glossy latex. My call! The dried paint could be dissolved, somewhat, in paint thinner, then mixed/combined with old, wet cat litter....and be sculpted before it re-hardens.....{Wear a gas mask, however......the cat urine and kerosine combine to produce an odoriferous, vomit-provoking odor.}........