Cal stared blankly at his chunk of Play Doh for a long time.
And then he thought to himself what the hell?
Because the friezes likened to a part of Cal's own history, of a place where other ogiastic images stared you blatantly and shamelessly in the face. Cool, dark, almost earthen, it had been a sanctuary for him in a time of confusion, on the cusp of realizing the profanity of his being there. The basement bathroom of Baker & Inglis, where the deeper grotesque imaginings of fourteen and fifteen year old girls were laid bare and scratched in blue ink along the walls. Confessions, jokes, words to the wise. But pictures, depictions. Little men with gigantic sexual parts. And women with enormous breasts. Also various permutations: men with dinky penises; and women with penises, too. And what Cal molded out of his clay was an amalgamation of all these things, these primitive clues of both what was and what might be, crude renderings of equally crude bodies doing things, growing parts, fitting together, changing shape.
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And then he thought to himself what the hell?
Because the friezes likened to a part of Cal's own history, of a place where other ogiastic images stared you blatantly and shamelessly in the face. Cool, dark, almost earthen, it had been a sanctuary for him in a time of confusion, on the cusp of realizing the profanity of his being there. The basement bathroom of Baker & Inglis, where the deeper grotesque imaginings of fourteen and fifteen year old girls were laid bare and scratched in blue ink along the walls. Confessions, jokes, words to the wise. But pictures, depictions. Little men with gigantic sexual parts. And women with enormous breasts. Also various permutations: men with dinky penises; and women with penises, too. And what Cal molded out of his clay was an amalgamation of all these things, these primitive clues of both what was and what might be, crude renderings of equally crude bodies doing things, growing parts, fitting together, changing shape.
Why the hell not?