elbo room!

hi everyone!
i know this is late but i really like how i put up a stillframe of each reader with a quote last time, and want to do it again, and since i’ve been on family vacation in the awful state of florida all week, i’m sure you will forgive me my tardiness!

first of all: <<< watch the videos! >>>

can one ‘geek out’ on an activity that already has societal approval?

language come back and read the mountains like they’re braille and i will mimic what you are trying to be.

she wants him to follow her, and he feels a jolt of energy against his zipper.

i’ll wait in the darkness, legs tensed, ready to spring, still as a gargoyle upon st. mary’s, cape flapping behind me like undone sails.

what i don’t know is how lightning feels on the body. or what makes a glow worm glow. or why the neighbor keeps knocking his head against the wall.

to say fuck poetry and just ride trains in this country | to say fuck Spain, fuck Italy, fuck that entire continent | to want to know Montana in Summertime

despite all my talk of darkness | at any given moment | i can still fall in love | with everything all over again

old loonybins is leaning on my banister, muttering and rubbing rosary beads against her stomach like they’re her own intestines falling out and she’s trying to stuff them back in.

i have to be smart enough to say: | where are the people who love me? | without freaking out.

knowing not who will ever allot me my highest regard | i pick up this pen and write another damned word.

i sip my beer to buy time. what exactly could he mean, would i fuck rebecca?

the color of that line is drunk. the color of that line is white, yellow, brown, and black. that line is friday, man.

how do i tell her? hey, i have weed. hey, i can get blow from evil knievel. hey, i’m an actor too.

when they discover a way to restore hearing, i will benefit along with everyone else!

when i make up my mind i don’t know it’s made up until my hand is on the door handle and i’m pulling my coat closed against the cold wind.

i am finished saying ‘okay’ | and i am still solid at room temperature

and then i told you, in what words, i do not know, but the truth

Thanks again to all of these wonderful creatures and to everyone else who came out!

If you like what you see, hear, read, maybe you should buy the book!

Submissions for the April 5 show are open until March 17. Get em in, lovelies, it’s gonna be good!

Details: Mon Apr 5 | 7-9 | Cantina | 580 Sutter St | $2

See you there!

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