People often asked him which of all the creatures encountered in his many years as a hunter and dweller, in far-away places of Africa, he found most impressive. Always he answered that it would have to be a bird of some kind. This never failed to surprise them, because people are apt to be dazzled by physical power, size, frightfulness, and they expected him to say an elephant, lion, buffalo or some other imposing animal. But he stuck to his answer; there was nothing more wonderful in Africa than its birds. I asked why precisely. He paused and drew a circle with his finger in the red sand in front of him before saying that it was for many reasons, but in the first place because birds flew. He said it in such a way that I felt I had never before experienced fully the wonder of birds flying. 

     – Laurens Van Der Post, from The Heart of the Hunter

lunch at the Wawa/jerk off

Welcome to the rip tide. Welcome to the bruise on your ribs. Gums bleeding?

Try this.

Pretend yourself an antelope.




A casually knotted sweatshirt adds a breezy touch to a dramatic gown. 




I can't leave what would become of the bookshelf.








Start with a primer, which evens texture and contains golden micropigments. 





What's for dinner?




And just like that, the wall falls down.

I mean my god.

from "Little Song" by Rowan Ricardo Phillips

...Who doesn't love it when the bass

Doesn't hide? When you can feel the trumpet peel

Old oil and spit from deep down the empty

Pit of a note or none or few? So don't

Give up on it yet: the scenario.

You know that it's just as tired of you

As you are of it. Still, there's much more to it

Than that. It does not not get you quite wrong.

 

 

 

Requiem for the Open Tab

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You've gone incognito.

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I mean come the fuck on. 

"Make a pact to better our planet and we'll give you a free eco-tote."

In other news, war is peace.

In other news, all signs no signifieds.

In other news, your kindness will cost you your job.

Baudrillard you dog.



It tells me I'm silly to care about being a good person. 
What a relief. I'll just sit here laughing at the person paid to pretend that caring is lame.



At least cowgirl horse camp starts soon.




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Oh great, we're back to the crying again.

On occasion I've failed to acknowledge this.


I'm not sure if sleeping in the same bed is something that roommates do then again on occasion I myself have done it. I suppose just like any other word roommate is what you make it.

If I stare at him long enough maybe he'll give me a bite of that coconut yogurt.

I won't count them if you will.



I see your gaslight shining from up here behind the lamp on the third floor. I see its ashen pall, the putridity of Green #40. I pull the cord.


~~~~~


I want a revolutionary kind of love.
By that I mean I don't want to put cages around each other.


I want to say how was your weekend and I hope you have a great night. On occasion I want to be comfortable using exclamation points.

I want to take your fingers into my mouth and suck them.



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There is a 90 percent chance of snow tonight.


Here's the thing: I am all upturned.

I refuse to let the kindness run out of me.

The Wilson Chronicles Part III

Nearly every time I lie down Wilson finds me, all 9.6 pounds of him, ready for cuddles. He has no qualms of rejection. He climbs aboard and waits to be kissed.





Here are a few of Wilson's middle names:

Brisquet
Pocus
Motorboat
His Highliness III
Wild Man
Rumblebutt





Wilson isn't concerned with the weather, or disrespectful coworkers, or having a lousy job. He has his needs: canned chicken, cod & tuna, water dripping from the bathroom sink. Play time. Cuddles.

On occasion he'll also spend time in the closet. Or crouched on the porch, practicing his hunting, if squirrels or birds are around. If you're not a chicken or a cod or a tuna or water dripping or one of his favorite toys (there's Birdy, Red Fuzzy Thingy, That String, Catnip Everdeen, Mr. Fish...), if you're not cuddling or an accessory to squirrel hunting or closet exploration, then Wilson may not have need for you. He is a cat who knows what he wants. No dawdling.