Arlo, pictured here a few years ago, came up to me last night and said that his head was a cage of eyeballs. He was explaining some kind imaginary armor that he’d been thinking about, and this one particular phrase stuck with me. It’s not the most profound thing he’s said to me since the last installment of Totally Quotable Arlo, but it’s something that I thought that he might later appreciate, so I decided to add it to the official archive. If nothing else, maybe he can work it into a high school poetry assignment someday, or, better yet, a metal song.
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My daughter has realized that we are all just meat tubes.
At least when it comes to men, Jcp2.
Good one! At first I thought he was describing your last migraine…
Are the eyeballs facing in or out? It’s important.
This post is a nice break from all the ridiculousness that goes on around here.
“Cage Of Eyeballs” is one of the best German snuff films ever produced. Absolutely impeccable from the fist extraction to the last.
Are not all our mouths connected by a long hose to our ani? Sea cucumber with vertabrae?
He’ll be ready for Pollard’s next lineup of Guided By Voices
I believe this may be the first time Mark has ever posted a photo of Arlo where his eyes are uncaged from the tyranny of a black censor bar.