Notes On Pressure

Pressuring, something getting ironed. A shirt to look nice doesn't have much say. Something to go through, they might name that. A period of something. They might one day mention a shirt that went to one of the finest dinners, a shirt just like you. Ironed, tailor-fitted. Pressure.

In many colours, come. Not a boring old shirt, is it. No, time to shine, now lay down. They're gonna iron you, before. Try to squeel, they get rid of you, or replace the iron, with another iron.

Pressure.

There are many shirts, to go around. C'mon. Hey. C'mon. On fancy dinners, on expensive job-interviews. Now lay down, they're gonna flatten you out before the big date. Oh, you'll have a good time.

Pressure.

Empty shirts floating round shaking sleeves. Tailor-fitted, friendly, funny, sharp.

A woman being called crazy for touching her face - apply cream and she's making herself pretty. Ah, but first apply money for cream. Face-touching without cream is crazy, apply money for cream, apply cream, pretty. Apply pressure and lay down. Lay flat, apply pressure.