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“At the Portuguese Social Club, members listened attentively during the presentation of the newly elected program for the coming year. Those elected to more senior positions occupied their seats on the rostrum and leaned on white rectangular folding tables. Their juniors were offered a more convivial solution, seated at round white tables pulled from the bountiful lot of banquet furniture. Raising the camera to my left eye, I focused on the redundant fingertip.” |
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Moreover & Furthermore, A Bar with AntlersSo. I went down to the police station to get a copy of the theft report, and the officer minding the metal detector was all, Hi, howaya, can I help, what do you need, and when I said I’m here to — he cut me off, turned to J with an eyeroll and said, It’s always women who want something, isn’t it? HE ACTUALLY SAID THAT SHIT. THAT MOTHERFUCKING BOYS’ CLUB RALPH KRAMDEN SHIT. OHHHHH MANNNNN. HOW TO MOTT ALL MY LUCRETIAS AT ONCE, A TO Z DOT COM. So I interrupted and said, Dames, man. Fuckin’ shame you ever let us vote, RIGHT? and tried to high-five him. He left me hanging #ifyouknowwhatimean The trail mix of rage and rage and rage and helplessness (gun, taser) generated from that interaction is something I am going to eat every day. I mean, I always-already been there eaten that, but maybe I will supersize. |
“It is called broad-casting for a reason, after all”Lazy etymology is the blazers-over-jeans of the world. |
OH MY GOD THE GOOGLE MOOG
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This is the very last thing I did with my phone before my purse was stolen last night. I don’t care about the wallet or keys or phone I’ve lost, aside from the inconvenience and expense of replacing them and the general anxiety and insecurity of it all (first-time whiner here), but I do care that I lost the 1st-ed of Eileen Myles’ Skies that J bought me for my birthday, and the anthology that I read when I am tired of feeling mute emo things about writing, and my lucky headphones that I wear for gigs, and the engraved doorknocker pendant I bought with my first paycheck in Korea, and a journal with nothing personal in it, just drawings of people on the bus and the blueprint for the reading series I was going to start this summer with a friend. And a tube of really fucking excellent lip balm. |
