Tuesday, December 27, 2011

My Plague Round




Interesting take on accessing public and private space in the urban setting. Less equipment needed to start. When you grow up you stop playing? When you stop playing you grow up? Or, when you stop playing you just get old and die.

For those 10% psychiatric casualties that understand what the proactive exercise of parochial pastoral care precipitates. Or what the subtext was when "the messengers" continually "harped" on at me that I should  GROW  up.


The same "messengers" who told me that artists don't build houses, don't ride bicycles, don't have sexual elations with women, that kind of thing. 

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