KENT & WYTHE
What's one quality of an oyster? We considered our time too valuable to devote to actual labor in the home. Rundown bumlike. He would come
to our place at night and ring the buzzer. We both came to the door at once. (At the same time, not immediately.) We'd wait to
find out which one of us he wanted to see. Usually it would be Karol* not me. *Not her real name. One night when they were out together
I went in Karla*'s room and stuck hundreds of exhibition photos to her walls using jello + glue. The exhibition had been held in our living room one
week earlier. It had been an open house. The doors were open, literally. Plenty of people came. Steel yourself, Karoline*, I said, this is going to
be big for us. This is the moment the eel goes in the hole, if you catch my /****.
You cooked dinner; I'll do the dishes. I bought us a new kitchen lighting concept. I bought myself a new pair of symmetrical shoes. Our kitchen
floor has unusually wide + long planks, so shoes are key. This year I'll do x amount a dishes. I'll get x amount a lovin. It's hard to identify with
generic characters like /*father /*son /*man but if he rings the buzzer we'll come at once. Kelly* is the favorite this week because she found the snake in the bathroom. She takes corportate culture by the throat, rips off its coat, tenderizes its pearl. The marriage wall is no great barrier for even petty thieves. There is pure suffering in undesigned interiors, just watch what goes on in cities without installation art.