DUCK! - Willa Boudouir
...wobbled through the air, which is funny for a sphere, picking out colors and blushing them across its surface. Oh Duck! She made some smoochy faces and walked forward, knowing she could hold the mood for three more beats.
Duck fell suddenly on the and of two. Comedy gold.
Fuck, oh!!! She threw her hands up and lol-shrieked. Irrigation ditch! Duckkkkk! Willa jogged the flight path like, Mayday bitch! and kept her emotion-combo by melting giddyness into affection. Tut tut tut! Oh Duck! There were thistles to crash through (like ahhhh flip flop thistles high stepping) as she scrambled down to the water. And then, gloriously, a minigame: Duck is already floating, slowly, out of reach, and she has to get down to between the heels squat to counterbalance. Stretching against time Willa-arm-crane’s middle finger sets Duck spinning towards shore.
Duck’s tennis ball fur is an electro-static effect of some shit with magnets, so the water slicks right off when you expect it to look matted. Water glints over the lenses of its cameras.
There were no sheep left in the field when she climbed back up. Willa had mapped the sunset with an irrigation ditch coda. In her hand was a ball of pale violet, orange-red, and watery green fur.
Fur green watery and orange-red violet pale, a ball in her hand was. Coda ditch irrigation with sunset mapped had Willa. Up back climbed she when in the field left no sheep were. Matted look to it expects you when off right slicks the water so, magnets some effect of static-electric is fur ball tennis Duck’s.
Sets shore to spinning, Duck finger Willa time
Stepping high thistles flop flip through there. Affection into
giddyness melts bitch mayday! like path flight jogged Willa. Surface it’s across them blushing and colors out picking. Gold comedy.
Duck is a favorite of children, I think, because it does something for you and you can throw it. It readily consents to game playing. All a Duck shows you is the path just walked to pick it up, in snatches of color mixed all across its sphere. Adults ironically, a little nostalgically, refer to it as a GPS. [sentence about how the name Duck comes from how kids actually play with it. ‘Duck’ as in ‘watch out’] I think adults get something from a product which denies practicality but nevertheless demands you go through the motions. There’s also broad similarities to that old Washington myth, of throwing your hat over the wall to force yourself to go over the wall. My memories of that time are of a bunch of splinter games the second Duck took flight. Then more the moment you turned around after picking it up.
This is the final image I want to leave you with: Duck smashing through a plate glass window.
Willa Boudoir can be found at interference archive on 5th ave and 7th street in park slope almost every day of the week, and he'd really love to meet you.