NormSteel yourself for more concrete
I used to work as a storeman. Boxes everywhere with their own identity. An identity that only existed as one of a type. Unique in its individuality. It’s personality was a treat as yours is to you. I love personalities. Never would you find an original identity. We are all types. A letter in the alphabet. A key on a board. A key in a hole. Beyond our own control. Bodies of work are no different, in my experience. A work can be translated into another field’s language. Concrete in it’s reality is this. Grey in its appeal. It’s my obscure concrete jungle gymnasium. It’s cold and hard. Concrete. It keeps me occupied. There’s nothing funny about concrete; poured it once. From a wheelbarrow to a dusty hole. A stump fell in. Set. No laughing matter, foundation work. Structure and Concrete: equal.
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Good Ford!
I'm getting stiff just reading about concrete, and boxes.
David ...
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David, I once had a girl in the wheelbarrow, but then she dumped me.
Keep pedalling, bi-peds....Norm
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Sounds like a load of bulwark to me....
Right. This cements it.
Norm. The Master Abstractor.
Concrete and Abstract. Opposite.
Hope you're well sweetness...
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Consumption Malfunction
Equal and Opposite
Arses and Elbows
Footy Power
The Natural Phenomenon.
Concrete and Abstract: opposite?
There you go with those eyes of yours again.
Seeing things I can't.
As well as a spring,
Norm.