When my roommate is disturbed by things she's seen and learned and lived beside , she has hours-long, wonderful-to-eavesdrop-on conversations with her father that are mostly her storytelling/monologuing/ranting into a telephone receiver while she twists her legs into pretzel shapes over on her bed. She is upset that there is injustice in the world ( Read more... )

OKAY. So. My uncle sends me this owl wing, right, because we are both slightly morbid fucks who like flying things and feathers and bones? Cool, right, and I'm keeping it next to my books and empty bottles until I can figure out an aesthetic way to mount it on the wall or ceiling that won't violate my housing contract? But then Public Safety ( Read more... )