What good would come of this? the pig wonders aloud. The shimmering tower offers no response.
Sometimes words fly faster than thought and even the most well-meaning pig may find himself scrambling for a bottle.
Thursday, April 5, 2012
In Defense of Spice
That which defies us, defines us. In the case of some things, some pigs, the unidentifiable is the undeniable.
What good would come of this? the pig wonders aloud. The shimmering tower offers no response.
Sometimes words fly faster than thought and even the most well-meaning pig may find himself scrambling for a bottle.
Taken: 03/30/2012 in Kensington, Brooklyn. I could not find a way to present the white wall or the box, so I put Pig & Bulgari (Bvlgari? Bull Gary?) in the frame. I like the red cap that is so much like a red Jolly Rancher (what flavor were those?) that I'm wondering if this wasn't all a hoax.
What good would come of this? the pig wonders aloud. The shimmering tower offers no response.
Sometimes words fly faster than thought and even the most well-meaning pig may find himself scrambling for a bottle.
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