I'm talking about James Franco, who I really don't know much about because I hardly watch TV at all, and I don't think I've seen any of his movies either, but apparently he's selling ideas of things as if the ideas were actual art. Now I understand that the ideas of things--through the imagining of them--can be full of fascination and allure, but what about all the people out there who can't afford a bucket of chicken, and who can't figure out (like me) how to draw another red cent out of the semi-antogonistic ether of the universe? Me, I suppose I could get a part-time cleaning job, but why do that when there are people out there selling the ideas of things. There are people out there willing to buy up the invisible.
semi-antagonistic ether (comes in handy with enemies, frenemies, ex-boyfriends, etc.) ----$25/liter
the idea of a genie in a bottle who will swirl out and dance on your kitchen table with long purple veils, and grant wishes just when you thought that life couldn't get anymore boring ----$500 per genie, $35 for extra dances, negotiable payment plan for extra wishes
I know what I'm wishing for but I'm not telling anyone.
And now for my favorite Iggy Pop song.