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.

8/16/14

The Best Thing

about getting honked at on Main street, there is only one main street in my town is that, after the fear subsides and the nerves settle down and the wind wicks the sweat away and you see the green chevy driving up the road and know that your friend was in there and high alert was not necessary at all,

you can relax and know that you can send a happy text to him because you thought he left town ten months ago and he's still circling for whatever reason and now you get to know that you have to know what the hell he was doing on your side of the river in your town on that day and jumping out of your skin was completely justified on your grocery run because, to be honest, you thought he was either dead or escaped.
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