joan rivers is on jimmy fallon—which is apparently my "go to" show when i dont want to watch tv—and she looks as if she was drawn by an old asian man on 42nd street.

(the guy at the chair in front of a canvas. with the hat on. near a table that is blanketed with tshirts. you know the guy, he stalks the tourist areas. his legs casually spread open, his air brush building a shadow on the hanging white cotton.)

her hair is an unmovable blonde helmet. her cheeks are like chiseled marble; sun tanned dunes high upon her face, rolling along with her speech. her steady drone. her metered self deprecation. it is hilarious.

no srsly.