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.

5/5/13

Dear (_____)

I'm not checking out your girl.  I could give two shits, but it's not even worth that.  I'm worn out and tired of trying to hide my glances.  Talk to her about it.  Not me.  Skin is skin and rare skin is rarer.  If she flashes it holds my attention the same way the rat man going into the crawl space showing crack catches my eye.  It's nothing personal and in fact is farther from the sun than the dirt beneath my feet, but if you see armpit I'm going to look.  It's not striking fire in my pants anymore than a turtle upside down, but grant me curio.  I don't have a hardy for her bralessness anymore than you do for him in trunks sans wear.  Relax, bro.  Relax.  I came here to fight like you came here to eat glass.  Ain't happening.   However, if you want to throw down for the spirit of putting blood on cement, I'm all in, homie.  Let's go.
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