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.

4/29/16

Dear (_____)

Dear beloved domesticated felines,

Coexisting with you takes a lot of effort and time.  More so than dogs and our aqueous friends.  More so than our avian and reptilian friends.  Less so than people, by orders of magnitude.  To this day, I do declare, that human intimate level connection nearly impossible over extended periods of time for some unfortunate people (myself included), bringing your kind into our lives.  A lot of effort and time and understanding brings us together in ways the thought of making you into a glove liner or hat, or a good few days of meals and key chain ornaments rarely comes to mind; please do not be offended when I kick you out from under the blankets beside my naked body when I peek underneath to see if the beat of my heart has lulled you to sleep and you drowsily blink up, nostrils flared, and pour two shotgun blasts of kitty boogers into my sleepy eyed face.

I don't hate you any more or like you any less, but please don't come back until you've finished clearing your sinuses, darling.

with love,

your cuddleboo
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