Quotes from Lucia Perillo

I believe in the fatal hairdo just for the love of saying fatal hairdo.

Because who hasn't tried to pull their arms from the sleeves of gravity's lead coat? Who doesn't have at least one pair of wax wings out in the garage?

I believe in the fatal hairdo just for the love of saying fatal hairdo .

It is ferocious, life, but it must eat . . .

Now that we've entered the wave of extinction let's sing while we still can...Quick, climb onto my back and cry wreck it wreck it like a frog in the grip of ecstatic amplexus

For what might happen if we lift the codicils on belching? If sex were permitted in the shopping malls? If people were allowed to sing arias from Don Giovanni , loudly and out of tune, waiting in line at Department of Motor Vehicles?

The zoologists who came from Germany to inseminate the elephant wore bicycle helmets and protective rubber suits. So as not to be soiled by effluvium and excrement, which will alchemize to produce laughter in the human species, how does that work biochemically is a question to which I have not found an answer yet.

So much affirmation ends up sounding like a murder of crows passing overhead and it is easy to be afraid of murder-by-crow-- though sometimes you have to start flapping your arms and follow them.

One of these days I'm going to get myself an avatar so I can ride an Archaeopteryx in cyberspace -- goodbye, the meat cage. Pray the server doesn't crash, pray against the curse of carpal tunnel syndrome.

Sometimes a name seems our most arbitrary possession, and sometimes it seems like the grain in a rock like a sculptor's hunk of Italian marble: Whack it and you might get either your first glimpse of a saint or a pile of rubble.