I am going to paint a mural at Valley of the Moon in Tucson. Saturday, September 3rd at 7 a.m. will be priming and painting day! We just want your body, your food or your money. Here are ways you can help...
-show up with your paint clothes on ready to work
-donate snacks or water bottles (either to VOTM that morning or to my house before and I can bring them)
-donate $ to VOTM
Stay tuned for our paint by numbers volunteer day on September 24th.
I wrote this poem when I was a young teenager. I pretended it was a plea to vegetarians. But really it was just fun to personify a potato.
Like a small infant cradled in the ground,
In dark cool soil the potato is found!
Sleeping so peaceful in a land far away,
Nestled at the bottom of a hot summer's day.
A man's hands dig and push soft dirt aside,
He hungrily says, "How would you like to be fried!?"
Potato is scrubbed to his bare naked skin,
Then peeled, shaved and chopped so thin.
Poor potato is fried in a burning hot pan,
Then chewed and swallowed, into the man.
This short film is about pretty pink mullet hair, being mermaids and real grown lady boobs! Just a few things my sister and I liked to pretend.
