shadows

i am never going to be big. never big enough. this shadow is always bigger.

also, this is funny:
I was talking on the telephone with my sister and explaining a situation that could not be remedied because the shit had already hit the fan. The mess had exploded. And I thought this was a good way to explain my inability to pack it all away, clean it all up. I will be finding remnants of this shit/fan explosion in the most unexpected of places for the longest time. That is just how it is.

And still, I am not bigger.

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  1. lil dog/hot pickle04 May, 2010 22:32

    the world seems to think differently, as a little interweb research proved:

    alexis the axe:
    http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/b/b4/Worlds_Largest_Axe_Nackawic_NB.JPG/800px-Worlds_Largest_Axe_Nackawic_NB.JPG

    alexis the chair:
    http://www.wearesuperfamous.com/wp-content/largest_chair.jpg

    alexis the boat
    http://www.ayrshirescotland.com/ships/jahre/image005.jpg

    my cat alexis:
    http://www.edwincarter.me.uk/theory/photos/bb/GiantCat2E.jpg

    a statue of alexis the man:
    http://www.illinoislawblog.com/alton_3_0008.jpg

    alexis the dog:
    http://www.stevefafel.com/personal,permalink,NotBeToOutdoneTheWorldsBiggestDog

    alexis the buffalo:
    http://photos.igougo.com/images/p179487-Worlds_Largest_Buffalo.jpg

    alexis the bicycle:
    http://lh5.ggpht.com/_I_ixxWlWOZ0/SgRsYsTitBI/AAAAAAAAEfw/8HB90LtVhG8/creative_bicycle_design146.jpg

    alexis the hole:
    http://moralauthority.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/biggest-hole.jpg

    somebody once painted a portrait of alexis.
    this is what they came up with:
    http://www.cedcc.psu.edu/khanjan/europe_images/025_sistine%20chapel.jpg

    the jigsaw puzzle “alexis”:
    http://www.worldrecordsacademy.org/hobbies/img/largest_jigsaw_puzzle_90182-2.gif

    alexis the pineapple:
    http://www.freewebs.com/widerscoped/Ten%20me%20with%20giant%20pineapple.JPG

    alexis the final frontier:
    http://thetruthorthefight.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/hubble-eagle-nebula-wide-field-04086y.jpg

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