You: drawing stupid hopscotch squares, ponies, hearts A,B,C’s and other nonsense on the sidewalk. Your parents are obviously okay with this since they never insist you clean it up afterwords. In fact, you also never pick up the various leftover chalk nubs that also sometimes litter the sidewalk.
Me: tired of looking at your horrible “artwork” everyday until it rains. Lately at night, I’ve taken it upon myself to gradually incorporate some of my favorite four letter words into your installation in an effort to contribute a teaching moment and add a little variety. Since this is going so well, I think my next move will be sketches of the anatomy associated with some of those words, posing and operating brooms and dustpans for emphasis in hopes you can spare us of another summer looking at your horrible doodles .
This is not the Next Door App.
Sir, this is an Arby’s.
Look out. Captain Hook has escaped from Neverland.
This is just sad as heck! Lets kids be kids. So much better than sitting inside behind screens.
with ya on the leftover nubbins — they can get pretty Messy in the rains…
however — so so very
Sad you didn’t get the
childhood you Needed
nay DESERVED but it’s
just Capitalism. we’re here
to be Farmed harvested bled
Dry so that a teensy tiny self-Selected
Few can live like Kings and you’re merely
Collateral Damage in this “Republican” Utopia.
they needn’t be.
Reverse “Citizens United”
or Bust.
although there may be some Value in your Artistic Corrections (which I highly recommend you keep out of sight of The Children) –they’re rather Disneyesque (in a sorta JohnWatersห way) — perhaps the City will allow you to rope them off, charge Admission (Over 18, please) and you can begin your Career as Portlandish’s Next Major Artist.
good Liuck!
Luck, too!
Did your parents not let you be a child when you were young? Have you tortured small animals. Sad, sad.
@1 itโs also not your blog.