FORM FOLLOWS FUNCTION
Form follows function. Function looks over its shoulders nervously and ducks into the dark entrance of a urine-smelling parkade. Form follows Function. Up the dimly lit graffittied concrete stairwell to level P4. Form follows Function. Function darts around a corner, getting ahead of Form, hides behind an aubergine mini-van and springs out at the last second, surprising Form with a deft right cross, knocking Form to the ground, beating Form with a grim, tight smile and wild, scared eyes.
Monday, April 12, 2004
YOU
You’re terrific. Seriously. You. Nice hairdo. And that thing you do? It’s great. You’re funny. I really like you. And the times when you’re out? Just doing your thing? That’s really happening. It’s real, and it’s more beautiful than a beer commercial. And it’s all yours. These days, these nights, this time. Here. Now. You are beautiful. Seriously. I mean you.
