After a decade of neglect, the fabricated legalese of our psychotic neighbor - a midwestern cross-dresser whose drag persona is based on Mary Tyler Moore - persuaded the Landlord to send his house trombonist to trim the overgrown Bougainvillea spilling over from Ms. Moore's yard (s/he suffers from Boundary Confusion Disorder). We were left with several temporary (I hope!) environmental sculptural forms, two of which I present for your consideration. I'm tempted to spark one up and commence to leaping, but the whole goddam shithouse would probably take. No great loss, but there's books and records in there!
