Workin on a collab project that is just the shit right now. heres a few lines:
Hang on, let me take a picture of this burrito, then
we can talk about how invitations work. The entire
wedding service will be spoken in tongues. I don't
It goes like that for like 5 pages right now. And it's so so so much fun writing this shit too.
I'm worried that I'll drink my face-off living here
I've got a book review out a while ago. On Joshua Marie Wilkinson's Swamp Isthmus. It's a different review for me. Most of the time I write a review, I create a personal/lyric entrance into the piece. It felt pretty strange to not have that. It didn't even really have a clear: BUY THIS BOOK, IT'S VERY GOOD. So that's what I'm doing now: buy this book, it's very good.
Electroshock therapy is swirling around people I know. It sounds scary. It sounds magical.
You can call me whatever you want.