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Well, I believe in the soul, the cock, the pussy, the small of a woman's back, the hanging curve ball, high fiber, good scotch, that the novels of Susan Sontag are self-indulgent, overrated crap. I believe Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone. I believe there ought to be a constitutional amendment outlawing Astroturf and the designated hitter. I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days.

Depends on the context of the destruction. With things like mandalas, there is an element of impermanence. With Francis Alys performance piece "Sometimes Making Something Leads To Nothing," there is the act of making the film but also the act of destroying the large block of ice by pushing and kicking it around the city as it melts and chips. With Naomi Uman's "Removed," the destruction of pornographic images with things like bleach and nail polish remover is both a comment on the dehumanization of women in mainstream pornography, and a tongue-in-cheek use of common domestic cleaning products. Hollis Frampton's "Nostalgia" includes burning photographs, which requires the same process in making and displaying film: time and light, so to speak. A friend of mine once used M80s to contribute color to his work, by exploding acrylic paint tubes beneath the canvas. Erasure poems require blacking out text in order to create something new, often with a meaning that speaks as commentary on the text itself.

I'm 30. I have quite a few short stories out in the world, some poetry, and my MFA thesis, which was roughly three-fifths of a now-completed novel manuscript I've been sending off to small presses. Published my first short story when I was 22 or so. It wasn't very good.

Married five years.

The key is to be brainless

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Do_not_feed_the_animals

The do not feed at parks is usually about introducing foods that aren't part of an animals diet.

Pfffft

Well it's been months of this, and it's been charming

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Katy Frank O’Hara They say I mope too much but really I’m loudly dancing. I eat paper. It’s good for my bones. I play the piano pedal. I dance, I am never quiet, I mean silent. Some day I’ll love Frank O’Hara. I think I’ll be alone for a little while.

Make a Law So That the Spine Remembers Wings So that the truant boy may go steady with the State, So that in his spine a memory of wings Will make his shoulders tense & bend Like a thing already flown When the bracelets of another school of love Are fastened to his wrists, Make a law that doesn’t have to wait Long until someone comes along to break it. So that in jail he will have the time to read How the king was beheaded & the hawk that rode The king’s wrist died of a common cold, And learn that chivalry persists, And what first felt like an insult to the flesh Was the blank ‘o’ of love. Put the fun back into punishment. Make a law that loves the one who breaks it. So that no empty court will make a  judge recall Ice fishing on some overcast bay, Shivering in the cold beside his father, it ought To be an interesting law, The kind of thing that no one can obey, A law that whispers “Break me.” Let the crows roost & caw. A good judge is an example to us all. So that the patrolman can still whistle “The Yellow Rose of Texas” through his teeth And even show some faint gesture of respect While he cuffs the suspect, Not ungently, & says things like ok, That’s it, relax, It’ll go better for you if you don’t resist, Lean back just a little, against me. -Larry Levis

Ocean, don’t be afraid. The end of the road is so far ahead it is already behind us. Don’t worry. Your father is only your father until one of you forgets. Like how the spine won’t remember its wings no matter how many times our knees kiss the pavement. Ocean, are you listening? The most beautiful part of your body is wherever your mother’s shadow falls. Here’s the house with childhood whittled down to a single red tripwire. Don’t worry. Just call it horizon & you’ll never reach it. Here’s today. Jump. I promise it’s not a lifeboat. Here’s the man whose arms are wide enough to gather your leaving. & here the moment, just after the lights go out, when you can still see the faint torch between his legs. How you use it again & again to find your own hands. You asked for a second chance & are given a mouth to empty into. Don’t be afraid, the gunfire is only the sound of people trying to live a little longer. Ocean. Ocean, get up. The most beautiful part of your body is where it’s headed. & remember, loneliness is still time spent with the world. Here’s the room with everyone in it. Your dead friends passing through you like wind through a wind chime. Here’s a desk with the gimp leg & a brick to make it last. Yes, here’s a room so warm & blood-close, I swear, you will wake— & mistake these walls for skin.

I wear glasses but try not to go without my glasses for too long. It's quite the strain. Especially with cosplay, I wear my glasses until somebody wants a photo. Then I take them off. More often than not, I veer toward glasses characters.

Is it a pint? The various Abyss reserves I sell are priced at that for a slightly larger size. Also, which year did you drink?

Everything’s flammable. Everything’s flash. Postmen like doctors and doctors like cash.

Savannah sounds like a cool place to be, and I would love to go, but I chuckled at how this read like several-hundred-year-old pirates were known for their fried cuisine.

Laptop is 100. Phone is 8 percent.

I don't know, but I hope they never change who they are as a person

Is, to a queer person like myself, a very unfortunate abbreviation for a store But I laugh anyway when my spouse tells me theyre on their way home, just passing "f*gg*t"

Would I like to? Nah Would I? Yah

That's not what the fiction writing professor meant by Kill Your Darlings

Because typewriters don't have oddly erotic commercials

That looks like a hella cool gift

I can't argue. If somebody would gift me a sax I wouldn't be mad at all.