banana Spirit sunday's ~°

“High art” = art on “art-making”.

So says Me, as I’m stal(oc)king stacks today.

Here, there is the (e)very (Oc)tober magazine:

I’m led to believe that it’s all about asking: “What is the frame?” (is that/a the question?)

Lately, Tumblr cycles camouflage fad-flag wearers.

Somehow i ended Up putting the above into practice: 

“I need 2 pair.” And suddenly, remorse:

“Should I ship these wretched shoe(s) back to Greene St. (x Opening Ceremony)?”

La(s)t(e) night’s T.V. was programmed as a clock display, in dual:

Hollywood: New York: time(s)

This morning, I took a lighter and, splaying the tag’s plastic ends on top of each other, burnt the ends back together.