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.

2/4/16

The Worst

The people that have to step in and tattle, the citizen's arrest people, the protectors of the integrity of the "neighborhood I've lived in all my life and I will be damned..." people.  When I'm literally doing nothing to actually hurt you or the community, but you have to take it upon yourself to leave threatening notes about calling the police on my car.  Leave your name and number next time so I can call you and we can talk about what your real problem with me is.  People like you suck the life out of life.  Every single note I rip off my windshield dries life up just a little more, sucks a little more flavor out of life, and I want you to die.  Just die.  Leave the rest of the world alone.  Be miserable on your own terms in your own house, and stop sticking your shit dripping nose into other people's lives.

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