2011 BONNIE AND CLYDE

the metaphysical pet project was originally conceived as a regular salon on culture, etc., but poor attendance unfortunately relegated the better parts of its activities to a private chronicle in three notebooks, the contents of which run the gamut of early twenty-first century graphic design and prose and poetic style, but which were also only publicly represented on one occasion. the "pop culture pantheon" was performed only once at the waypost on north williams avenue on an early fall evening three years ago. unfortunately, for all its brilliance and necessary bravado, that performance predated the formation of moniquipher, the definitive manifestation of looking good in pants in portland, or, and as a result was not able to garner for the metaphysical pet project the authority that it might have commanded had the height of its activity been during the reign of portland's finest -- but also most elusive -- power couple.

but hark! (and irony of ironies), rumor has it that the two might split, and not from each other but from the city of their birth. the shining princ(ess)es apparent to the throne left woefully unoccupied by elizabeth taylor and burt reynolds (charlie sheen having proven to be an unfit heir) seem intended to rebuke their celestial birthrights and flee. who knows what record of reckless abandon and illicit sex the police will find on the film rolls left behind at their north portland hideout...and is there a local musical act ready to assume the responsibility of immortalizing their portland story in the long shadow cast by serge gainsbourg and brigitte bardot?

and their reasons? their intentions? the truth? none of that here, of course. only the laugh of recognition. "if we've gotta walk away, we've gotta hold our heads up high." portland is burning. but there's the dream. no me ha dejado.