Just like a broken faucet, you drip with a grating inconsistency. There’s something pitifully self-serving about the way you handle rejection. They were never interested in anything else- you knew that, didn’t you? That’s why you drove here alone, that’s why you didn’t tell anyone where you were going… a peek out the hallway […]
Oh fuck here I am again Fagan sings the world’s crazy Danny boy steels my heart ‘Baby girl, you slay me’ Fight for what? Nothing comes to mind. Let’s open a bar, a library, a Laundromat together All at once, combined. We’ll call it the White Trash Kitchen Where everyone can be at […]
Housing living in my head.where there is no rent,the landlord is nice,& the view is great
50 years experience rendered new for plugging and re-seeding Flower-bed preparation Leaf removal- […]
I’m proud of you Jesse’s hands were shaking. He closed the bathroom door, and braced himself against the standing sink. The basin was caked in grime, the sides lined with brown hair from his own head, and he tried to remember the last time he gave the room a wipe down with some Windex. He […]
The girl moves from one drawer to the next. She is thin, rail thin and her hair is cut short, in a plain kind of way, but she still looks crammed into that tiny kitchen, if you could call it that. The only thing that separates it from the rest of the studio is an […]
Artists Statement: I took the first words from 160 lines of Yik Yak posts on App State’s yik yak. Forward then back.