- me: walks into living room
- tv: tonight on how its made
- me: stands in same spot for 30 minutes watching how garbage bags are made
My cousin is always watching Everybody Loves Raymond in the other room while I’m on the computer. I always hear Raymond’s voice. His deep, throaty voice, like a hungover toad. It’s very unique. Sometimes I continue to hear the thick grog of Ray Romano long after the television is off. Ray tells me things. Ray tells me horrible, horrible things. And I listen.
They call it “lipstick” but you can use it pretty much anywhere on (or in) your body that you want. Nobody is going to stop you. There’s no rules when it comes to creative expression. Be yourself. Dig a big hole and fill it with all of the things you’ve killed.