I've been ejected from the golf course management degree (even though I never hit a golf ball). It wasn't only the constant fear of being hit by a ball, it was all the fertilizer I inhaled from the greens. I'm now studying 'Pataphysics, the science of the particular, the science of 'laws governing exceptions'. I've swapped golf holes (green holes) for Black holes.
Friday, 27 August 2010
The Love-Bite and the Lap-Dancing Plate
The love-bite and the lap-dancing plate – there's a correspondence. The plate, it’s moving (spinning?), whilst the thighs supporting it, remain still. Food- for-thought; good enough to eat; must have been quite a dish… but it’s a ‘dirty picture’, look at the colour of his fingers.
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