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.

11/15/14

Colonel Gentleman

Colonel Gentleman's list of things that belong in a flaming trashcan:

1: work gloves that I paid good money for that don't protect my hands from dick.
2: tear free shampoos.
3: Justin Beiber.
4: toeless socks.
5: erasable pens.
6: liquors tailored to people who do not like the taste of liquor.
7: people who do not like the taste of liquor and drink it anyway.  You're ruining the market for everyone else.
8: light beers.
9: 36% of Major League Baseball's teams.
10: band aids with impossible packaging.
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