The house was wooden. The house was red. The house was a barn with porches tacked on to every side, to lend it some radial symmetry. The children were shoeless. The children were white. The children held rusty implements loosely in their callused hands ( Read more... )

I am too dumb for this world but Tomorrow that all changes. I'm giving up trying to answer the questions I've had for 30some years. The best I can do is close myself up like an armadillo and let them slide off me like steel rain. There are no answers, only wound-makers ( Read more... )

It comes back to me suddenly, cued by a turn of phrase or the angle of a branch. A choking sound, a soft hand. Things like this ( Read more... )

I don't leave any space for the viewer in my art. I don't leave any space for the reader in my writing ( Read more... )

We use products to build our realities. We buy products because of advertising. If we produce the goods ourselves, we build our worlds ourselves.

Of course I love my dog I love him so much it makes my heart want to explode I love his cute face and his big nose and his shiny eyes and his fluffy hair and I rub his belly and we watch Kamen Rider together and I love him and he loves me even though I'm a weird fuckup and I can't breathe good and I sleep in a hammock I love him and I think it's ( Read more... )

I am waiting
for this to end

Do I eat or do I not-eat? And why? And why-not? Why-eat? Why?

I'm going to have strong legs before I die. I'm going to have strong legs when I die. My corpse will be a feast of thighs and calves and that's all.

pretty sure i just gave birth to tim curry from Fern Gully