oh my aching kisser!

what a way to start a day! the times has an article about cosmetic surgery. i think. didn't actually bother reading it. just looked at the graphic and beheld all the things i could do if i had oodles of money and plenty more vanity. but the one thing that did raise my alert level from azure to violet was lip enhancement. should i collegen? are mine too thin? insufficiently lucious? at what point, what year, month, day, hour minute, second do they go from succulent to meager? from robust to prim?

me got worried.

the other day on the train i was fascinated by a fella who was asleep opposite me because the arc of his upper lip was oh! so! high! i wanted to get out a pencil and sketch it. then, i started looking at the arcs of lips all around me—some are planer, some seemed like a tiny, subtle hillock (the kind you might not notice if you were driving but if you were running, oh your aching legs!).

i considered too a photo project, lots of lips, just polaroid after polaroid of 'em,in rows and rows on a wall. don't steal that idea bozo! i'm taking it to the biennale!

anyway. if i weren't now just arrived at work (after feeding a chocolate croissant into a kisser of my berry own) i'd go the mirror and try to ascertain my own arc and plumpness. and then i'm sure i'd fret. just like the a guitar.

but mercifully i've got much other to do. so, dollface, adieu!