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.

12/7/14

That Instant

You realize you may have tattooed your brother's girlfriend's name on your hand by accident and you're rethinking the decision and you know you cannot spell decision without incision, and you laugh because why not and you also think "wouldn't it be magic to know that his girlfriend was also a boxer" so that it could work out even?

And then realize that no matter where he is or what he gets up to it is good to have a reminder, because you know it is easy to forget and it is better to never regret.  And then remember to love your brother until you or he gives up the ghost and hope whatever or whomever he is bedding is not also the object of fast hands and heavy damage: Ali.

You realize what matters is what matters to me.
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