I got this 2 bit christ figurine at Five Under today, his eyes wander like lost dogs and his hands were blunted into single digits in the service of efficiency in a chinese factory somewhere where no one ever sleeps or eats or speaks - I guess they think no one will notice if their god has no hands to hold them; he does so so rarely these days anyway its like he's lost his keys or wallet or something and he's looking for them way in the back where they keep the unicorns and utopias and clean politicians and pure childhoods and never-stale bagels and functional bowels, where all the people who have never once in their lives thought that they might be better off dead hang around and sip kombucha and read Kaur; he's back there, digging around, and god only knows how long until he gets back to work, maybe he'll have a beer first, order in, get comfortable -
point is
i wouldn't wait on him -
he's only on season one of the wire -
certainly hasn't had time to catch
up on you and I's little lives