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.

10/18/12

Dear (_____)

Dear Fucks,

It's been hard to give y'all away through the years and I think I'm done giving you away.  From now on you will only be gifted on particular instances of necessity and genuine apology.  Because back  in the day, when people actually gave a fuck, that's what giving a fuck meant.  So, sorry for multi-posts.  Sorry for content or whatever.  Sorry for you name it I'm sorry for it, but ain't no more fucks going to be given about shit that is not immediately demanding rescinding or modification.  Life's too short to just be handing fucks out left and right.

Sincerely,

Don't give a fuck no mo'
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