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.

12/23/14

Are You My Mommy?

Look for answers and we will give you rush.  Full on the face.  Full b l u s h.  It's very unpleasant.  It's very taken aback.  It's very lyric song.

I think I'm ten kinds of thousand push toward ten kinds of peach blush,
I think I know
what's ten  kind cuz.
I think I know what's ten kind huuuutsch.

Rabbit in the whole.  Bot a fox for a troll.
Got ten kinds of the golden rule
for the scroll.
A shark for lagoon.  Got a mother#$%^er
harp for the wound.  A way to say everything
is tiny violin for fingertips on a spoon.

Flak in the air.
Body bags going home.
How about instead of putting up a plaque
set a gnome.

Light a candle.  Change what you're wearing.
Think about how you'll be dressed
when you're burr9ed.

Are you my mommie?  I know you can't be.  Can you?

Working hard and hardly working.
Are you my mommy?
On top of the junk yard
picking up pieces and putting together a great vinyl.
Are you my mommy?
Ms. Lady, are you my mommy?
Beautiful, no.
Are you my mommy?
No!  Stop!
Are you?
No.
I found something I thought you may like.  No.  I will take a look.  Are you my mommy?  No.  I will see.  Will you see?  Yes, I will see.  Are you my mommy?  No, but I will see.

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