Every few months my friend and I get together to talk about “what we’re doing” vis-à-vis “the perceived goal of our dual attempt to become masters of wordsmithing in the face of insurmountable opposition.” This is what I’m doing, we say, compared to this person we don’t know who does something similar and is wildly more successful than us. Powdered lips and lip powder are quite the opposite to anyone who’s ever powdered their lips or shaved flakes off of their lips in that great and violent kitchen of our beings. Is it true, we wonder. Are our life-fates locked aside from random pratfall, victim of crime or illness? In twenty years you’ll look back at this moment and go, “whoa, weird,” but you’ll feel the same way you feel now as you stare into the crisp, dark city and say to yourself, “whoa, weird.” I’m just trying to get through this like the rest of us, you used to think, with dextrose, maltodextrin, malic acid, calcium stearate, carnauba wax, blue 2, red 40, yellow 5, less than 2% corn syrup and possibly egg on my tongue. Who knows what could happen to my lips. They could be powdered, shaved, or ripped completely off my face in one, impressive motion. Copyright © 2014 by Jason Bredle. Used with permission of the author. |
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