This really borders on wrong headed, but somehow there is something about the desperation of mothers and children that might work. Maybe it could be called Desperate Mothers, but that ends up sounding like a Zappa idea. Suggestions?… I only put it out there because the idea popped into my head and an image search of famine and desperate housewives yielded eriely matching poses…

All through December I was experimenting with a long form blog by trying to tell Willoughby in order. I’m not so certain it was really working, so I’ve decided to susupend the story arc in the middle and switch direction and make short thoughts, which I’m callng T-Shirts. They are my attempt at making a grander propaganda… These things just keep popping into my head. As far as I know, they’re original works.

“By the rivers of Babylon, where we sat down…”

“I’m confused.”
“About what?”
“I don’t know… everything.”
“You don’t have to.”
“What?”
“No one expects that of you.”
“Expects what?”
“No one expects you to know everything.”
“I never said they did. That’s not what I’m talking about.”
“I thought you said you had to know everything.”
“I never said that.”
“I’m confused.”
“About what?.”