The Residents
The Residents
The Residents
The Residents
The Residents
The Residents
The Residents
The Residents
The Residents
The Residents
The Residents
The Residents
The Residents
The Residents
The Residents
The Residents
Story:
“When you’ve had as many lovers as I have, a certain blurring becomes inevitable. This one merges into that, a she becomes a he, and the he blends into the blobby mass of everybody. But some do stand out …eventually becoming the white thumb in the black palm …the albino in the beam of a flash...
We put the old brown cow to sleep
Whacked her on the head
Then went to a picture show
And left her in the shed
The movie was a comedy
But I didn't laugh
So we bought a butcher knife
And a toy giraffe
He said that he loved me and
He told me that he cared
He said that he loved the way
I walked and I was weird
Now he hovers over me
And motions in the air
He's pointing at the oven
And I'm getting really scared