supernovae

on the snorgenth day, God created Ikea: the Swedish superstore Big Bang. here it is, epically recreated on a daily basis, this time in Storage with the resplendently flimsy, and undoubtedly over umlautly-lettered, plasticware.

you, by now Sweet Viewer, know me and my affinity for the commercially-marinated, consumerist-spiced Blip. a tasty smorgasbord.

and, my friends, it rears its many tentacled, Medusa-y head once more. with this. here. good friend Liz picked us up early for a track lighting mission. we obliged, quite happily, as we needed a picture frame, meatballs (i am currently in MA for this addiction, yes), and a highly specialized desk lamp light bulb.

sometimes the problem with Ikea lamps is you can only use specific-sized Ikea lightbulbs. halo[gen]s above our heads make us [w]ho[l]ly. and i think it was St. Mark who rang up my free 99 cent breakfast but i may be confusing him with one of the others; i don't know, my Bible-school days are long extinct.

hallelujah. these shimmering gas clouds are spinning at last into a nebulously vast cotton candy, trampled beneath the carnival of space.