DJG Design

Robin of Locksley, Boy George and Rock-a-Dudle Pollock the heck out of your back room with brooms, non-stick spray, poignant lugees, authentic Vermont Maple syrups and used electrical tape. I’m not sure what they’re charging these days. Even Klaus Kinski warmed up to the task, even though he waited out back moving a pile of broken bricks, one then the other. We didn’t shake hands or stamp papers, back then at least. He said the thin whistle of the neighbor’s air conditioning unit moved him to move brick. When it’s over, my million and one dollar picture frames and tack boards will keep the cool and the collection will be housed at room temperature as tufts of a child’s first hair cut come falling down. Whose child? Klaus can’t roll his eyes, rather signals to go for it on fourth down. He tackles those other has-beens and then collapses on the artificial shore that has finally dried on the wall from the moth flaps. It wasn’t clear before. Moths don’t really like the light, rather feel the light likes them and now it’s like the great digital conversion on every grain, every dimple, every black hair and every zit poked. -djg