When a horse falls, foam comes out of its mouth. When it falls, the legs of the horse thrash and the horse is no good... So somebody shoots it. The horse turns into glue. A machine puts the glue into bottles and children squeeze the bottles to get the glue out and stick bits of paper onto cards. Glue gets on the children's hands and the children eat the glue. And the children become the horse.
In interior decorating, the pig's actually quite there. It's used in paint for the texture, but also for the glossiness. In sandpaper, bone glue is actually the glue between the sand and the paper. And then in paintbrushes, hairs are used because, apparently, they're very suitable for making paintbrushes because of their hard-wearing nature.
No one wants to admit we're addicted to music. That's just not possible. No one's addicted to music and television and radio. We just need more of it, more channels, a larger screen, more volume. We can't bear to be without it, but no, nobody's addicted. We could turn it off anytime we wanted. I fit a window frame into a brick wall. With a little brush, the size for fingernail polish, I glue it. The window is the size of a fingernail. The glue smells like hair spray. The smell tastes like oranges and gasoline.
Ten minutes ago, Frank though he was going to prison. Now he knows he's not, and part of him thinks he should just be glad he's getting out of this at all, but he's not. He's not glad. He's furious. He's known the world is broken for a long time, he's known that, but sometimes he's amazed at how broken; even now, at this point in his life, nearing fifty years old, he can stumble across something that makes him realize all over again that the world is not only broken, but beyond fixing. No amount of glue can ever make it right. And yet, you have to focus on your little part of it, don't you? You have to focus on your little corner of the world and glue what cracks you can. Otherwise there's no hope at all.
Ryan David Jahn
I won't miss having to stand for two hours at 4:30 a.m. and have freezing cold glue applied to my feet. I won't miss two-hour drives to work or long, long, long days sitting in my trailer waiting...waiting...waiting. I won't miss one day off a week. I won't miss glue in my ears. But I would do it all again tomorrow.
I GOTTA FIND MYSELF SOME GLUE I GOTTA FIND SOME NOW MY AIM IS I GOTTA FIND MYSELF, I GOTTA FIND MYSELF I'M A DRUNK MOTHERFUCKER I'M A SMACKED OUT LOVER AIN'T NO ONE TOUGHER I'M A DICK, I'M YOUR MASTER I'M A ROCK N ROLL DISASTER I'M A PUSHER, I'M A SHOVER I'M YOUR DIRTBAG LOVER I GOT TO DEAL WITH MY NEUROSIS I GOT TO DEAL WITH MY NEUROSIS I GOTTA FIND MYSELF SOME LOVE I GOTTA FIND MYSELF SOME DRUGS I GOTS TA SNIFFS MYSELF SOME GLUE I GOT TO FIND SOME TURPENTINE FOR YOU..YOU YOU YOU... I GOT TO FIND MYSELF