The Mass of Doilies Lead Lives of Quiet Desperation

so for halloween this year (my favourite holiday) i decided to be a doily. which of course led to a nice little photo shoot...i'm the doily, paul's the butler, and - the rest, as they say, is history. in regards to the pill-tears at the end of the series, it was half my brother's ode to man ray, half we had some sudafed which was sitting on the kitchen counter and seemed strangely appropriate. doilies must lead quite boring lives, although..."to be a doily on the wall" would be most enlightening, i'm sure.