MY HANDS SMELL LIKE INCENSE BUT IN MY EARS ARE TIDES, pulsing. tides, in and out, swelling and roaring, sheets of blood washing over the top step; cascading earthward, splattering, smacking and washing away a million tiny instances of dust, aged polyurethane, and sainthood.
i remember too much, and i work feverishly to hide it. i appear dumb, fawn-like, and impervious to cold reason. i am, instead, the first citizen of a new nation. as such, i must remain diplomatic. Continue reading “THIS IS THE PART WHERE YOU FORGET YOU’RE SLEEPING”
SO, I HAD A MEETING WITH A FELLA who was looking to partner with an artist in a business idea. He was friendly enough, and I thought he had an interesting project, so we agreed to meet at some point soon to kick the idea around.
I HAVE ROUSED MY BLOG back into existence! Do not mind the emerald crustaceans bedazzling your skin as we break the surface, they only seek to join us in this rare event. For, risking all, I have returned from the heavily-mined heartlands of the ocean interquatik with this precious, handful of gleaming words.