The bus groans around the corner, so bright school-yellow I could wretch. One enormous tire winds to a halt right in front of me. I smell its black rubber. A few heads swivel toward us, their breath blurring the window glass, and the accordion door stamps open.
public school sucked so hard. all twelve + years of it. i was so little, hunched over a... Read More
i miss corresponding with prisoners, but it can take lots of energy. people get invested really quickly. i can still send books to folks semi-annonymously tho.
i get these quiet spells where my "voice" feels locked and quiet. i try to plough through it... Read More
I still haven't figured out what it means to claim
revolutionary change when all that is going on is
an exchange of bad gender roles!
At a Christmas Party the Mitchell Brothers once
held for their dancers, the women hired those beefcake
guys who wear leather chaps over their own naked asses,
and really do hump like bucking horses to the sighs and
excitement of most of the women present. Chippendales?
All of it is taking sex in a direction in so many ways the
direct opposite of how and where I find it a divine comfort
to relax, laugh, and show a little heartfelt passion.
It's also weird to be around those few male on male pick up districts in San Francisco, and watch the pretty little
high school boys climb into the cars with the old fat bankerss. I feel like taking a baseball bat, at times, and
add to coarsening of our current social environments.
bit of a sickday for lil k. i'd use that as an excuse for the following, but chances are you know me better than that.
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1. What is the middle name of the first person you ever slept with or had sex with?
the yuppie, you mean? i think it was jake.
2. What kind of underwear are you wearing and what color?
You'll never get into the motorcycle group with a lukewarm attempt like that. You're suppose to say "I just adore guys on bikes" while batting your eyelashes. ...or lie about how easily you can kickstart your 49 panhead.
At any rate, I said that I was going to change my name to mrblyster until her hubby comes to kick my ass. . Anything new? I forgot to reply a while ago (after I asked if you went to Brown) that no, I have no college degree. On some dating site under the topic of education I said: "mostly I read books and listened to motorhead" I felt this was very witty and would likely result in either no dates whatsoever, or making freinds with one awesome girl. So far it's the former.
Thank you! I think wolves are my most drawn subject so I have an easier time tattooing them than other things. I had a cool photo for reference, though - I always need references!
I was gonna do your survey as a reply but then thought it would be too long, so perhaps I will do it later.
Their faces I thought were knives.
The way they pointed them at me.
And waited.
A hunter is someone who listens.
So hard to his prey it pulls the weapon.
Out of his hand and impales.
Itself.
The first time asians came to America, in 1421, They saw every savage test them with every breath, every look, and gesture. Everyone staring at them until the asiatic sailors did something real. Savages would not be tested in return. They later explained, "We already know we are real." Hunters do not always know their prey.
man, i'm tired of this good-girl people-pleasing charade i was programmed with since birth. wonder if i have the courage to just let it
drop.
i guess if i start acquiring a few enemies, i'll know i'm finally doing something right. though the thought of that makes little kenyon verrrry nerrrrvousss . . .
i got this "juices and smoothies" recipe book for xmas, which, in all the excitement, i admit i secretly wrote off as a shwag re-gifter. a second look reveals that i stand corrected.
if all goes according to plan, here are some of the virgin cocktails that local and visiting friends will be subjected to in the new year:
I was just in a whiney mood, I should expand my explanation. It is not that I don't believe my work is a form of artistic self expression, I simply have momentary feelings of loss for it's inconstancy. The double-edged sword of things that happen live is mighty. In one stroke you create a breathing moment only this audience will share with these performers. In the next stroke you must let it go and almost forget it happened so that you don't trip up in the following performance. I write and it is different, I have recorded music and that too is different. Right now for instance I'm in the early stages of writing a comic (my first) and the excitement is so big it's almost daunting. But preparing my roles for next season's plays is equally important to me. My artistic voice as an actor is a huge part of my creative life. It only saddens when I think of my role as a poem I write every night and burn at the curtain call. The upshot is I will write a new one tomorrow. When you started writing, what did it do for you? How did it first become a need?
Now as for Bunnicula. I really thought it was funny at the time, but they cant all be diamonds. Besides anybody who reads too much into my reference to Bunnicula and an allusion to the Bible in the same subject, could have an interesting time trying to find the comparisons.
P.S. Thanks for the absolution. Now give me a smoothie recipe that you think defines me as a person, teehee.
. Anything new? I forgot to reply a while ago (after I asked if you went to Brown) that no, I have no college degree. On some dating site under the topic of education I said: "mostly I read books and listened to motorhead" I felt this was very witty and would likely result in either no dates whatsoever, or making freinds with one awesome girl. So far it's the former. 
