Stuff, the narrative.

Change rooms, chairs and things as other things. Bins move stuff from here to elsewhere. Forget the narrative.

Don’t worry

 

 

 

 

13 responses to Stuff, the narrative.

    • Jessie Martinovic – Author

      feet are everywhere. My personal pair, get nice and swollen (fat) in the heat and can’t fit in their sandles. Such a whoopie daisies, if there ever were one!

      • My feet once saved from being arrested by the police…true story. Said police had found a footprint of a murderer and matched it to a certain brand of shoes…they then checked out exactly who had purchased such shoes (people like me) and came knocking at my door late one evening. Good fortune smiled though. The murderer wore size 7 whereas I take size 12. Thank you feet!

      • Jessie Martinovic – Author

        You seem to have lived quite the life Mike. How scary!

    • Jessie Martinovic – Author

      Cheers Jose, glad you enjoy/ed them. Not sure why seeing everything on something else appeals to me more than just seeing the actual thing.

  1. markrenney2

    If the Davids Lynch and Hockney were to collaborate they might come up with something like this.

    • Jessie Martinovic – Author

      Never heard of these artists before, thanks for the link, they look interesting indeed. And if anything, have me missing paint!

    • Jessie Martinovic – Author

      Thanks Shey. Ultimately narrative accumulates, though, hey. Weather we like it or not. Clouds rain.

      Wow, I must have woke up poetic or something!

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