BY ZRCL @misseckhaus


Our first and last walk uphill was for possession of two yellowing plums, she said. No, two brown flowers, he said. Okay. Two Brown Flowers. We climbed slowly toward the house of destiny. No,no, the temple of chance. The other direction two stones rolled downhill, she said. Billiard balls. They were billiard balls, he said. Oh yes, I recall. It was exactly then, that I made fun of your sunburn, she said and dropped the plums, he said. When you made so much out of nothing. -M. Yakich
"'One day you and I and this will all turn to dust.'he said, she said, they said."
-P. Thek



OBJECTS THAT BELONG TO: SEVERINE VON TSCHARNER FLEMING

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FROM TOP LEFT: HAND BUILT CERAMIC VESSEL GLAZED WITH THE WORD "SMITHEREEN," HMONG EBROIDERED PILLOW SURROUNDED BY A DIVERSE COLLECTION OF SHEARLINGS, PRINT CLOSE UP OF A 70'S HAND HEMMED MUU-MUU, 1950'S OPAQUE PINK GLASS MUG, FUCKED UP WORN OLD POLO, A MINIMAL MORROCAN LOOKING RUG, UNIDENTIFIABLE (SOUTHEAST ASIAN/ AFGHANI/ UZBEK?) IKAT ROBE, A YAK HIDE CANTEEN, SOME STRANGE NECKLACES THAT LOOK LIKE THEY'RE TINY STACKS OF COTTON PAPER,  A PERFECTLY FUCKED UP VPL BRA, MUCCI THE CAT AND THE NEEDLE POINT BICYCLIST'S BELT.
THERE'S A LOT MORE TO KNOW ABOUT THIS DAZZLING GAL.