AUTHOR.CALHO: If I didn't write it, I would be hitch hiking cross country to Maine and then Alaska in that order. While taking frequent breaks to spread leaflets. And sit in diners. And write on things because I wasn't at a computer. I may still do that in a few years. Writing this also helps me forget about and better understand the limitations of being human, and keeps me busy enough to allow me no free time to burn the world down.

THEMATIC.ABOUT : Collapse often. The things that hold people together and hold them apart and scatter brains. The things that make thoughts go boom. The things that ooh and aah and [expletive deleted]. Sometimes poking around the margins where responsibility ends and the only one to look to is the Original Equipment Manufacturer and say "but, I already pressed 9 for more options and the menus are exactly the same. Can you just replace it?" The answer will be: "please hold." Sometimes hanging out in dark corners. Sometimes following the train tracks. Looking for ways out and ways in and all the while sharing the things seen and heard and done and drawn and written and scorched and healed and teased and caged and dreamed along the way.

5/17/12

Dear (_____)

Dear cake,

Please stop giving me boners.  Not that I feel it's inappropriate for a man to be turned on by thoughts of eating cake, because cake is delicious.  And there are probably fifty other less appropriate things that turn me on.  It's just that when I'm not thinking about sex, I'm probably thinking about either cake or early 80s Japanese imports (cars), and, quite frankly, no one should have to walk around with a chubby for that many of their waking hours.

sincerely,

did I really just lose an hour and a half of my life masturbating?
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