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.

5/25/18

That Instant

your cat enters the room licking his chops like he ate something very toothsome, but his food dish is in the bowl you are in and you're certain there was nothing left out he could've snacked on.

5/17/18

Gauging

I hate being an orphan.  Holidays, so many of them are a myth.  I wish there was a setting on the dial between killing them and existing.  I would suppose you must embrace the indecision each and every day.  24 hours at a time; side by each.




///Beach House - Space Song ~ however lovely it would be to staple their skin to the walls of your domicile, it will never work.  Fantasia will.  Wait.

5/16/18

That Instant

you want to be done with it and cut your leg off just below the knee instead of the solitary confinement of twenty more days healing an ankle sprain and dealing in the grays of "almost".

4/1/18

Dear (_____)

Dear TSA Agent,

I realize my laptop is huge by today's standards.  I realized it 45 seconds ago when, glancing to my left and then to my right, no one else appeared to struggle hefting their machines from their backpacks into gray inspection bins.  With this in mind, fuck you and your wrinkled nose.  You don't have to use the laptop, you don't have to carry it, hell you don't even have to look at it as much as see through it, so fuck right the fuck off and keep working that conveyor belt and maybe next time make a half decent joke so I can at least have a chuckle with my techno shaming and body scan.

sincerely,

2011

3/27/18

That Instant

a vendor on eBay manages to steal a dollar from you because you clicked one button too far before checking to see if there were better deals and you can feel it getting vacuumed right out of your wallet to the sound of their giggling greed and you want to wrestle them for it, rolling across a dusty warehouse floor like a scene in a movie gunfight where there is only one bullet left in a single gun between the protagonist and the antagonist, but you'd rather keep your 100% positive seller reviews intact so your chin drops to your chest and you mutter some unflattering language and continue shopping instead.

3/8/18

That Instant

you realize that all of you is awake & engaged sooner than you envisioned and it is indeed time to join the day stream of humans and rearrange whatever plans you made last night, enthusiasm checked at the airlock's warning chime.

3/7/18

Dear (_____)

Dear Arousal,

There is nothing that can be done at this time.  It is the bodies understanding, with the exception of a few dissidents, that it is in fact time to eat some breakfast and go to bed for a few hours before work begins in the cold, wet, and largely miserable weather outside of the windows.  It is also the bodies understanding, with objections noted, that it is absolutely not the time to gratify sexual lusts, especially when those chemical cocktails of senses and emotions can be shared with the bodies partner, or as you so delicately put it "tear one off."  Unfortunately, you will have to wait until such time as the moment can be shared at which juncture you will be free to share it as many times and in as many degrees as you like.  Please vacate the premises immediately.

Thank you,

Executive Officer of Intimate Relations

c.c.

Fluids Exchange Commision

2/8/18

Dear (_____)

Dear Santa,

I know it's a little early and we haven't exactly been best friends.  You ghosted me pretty hard and I didn't take it well and I do still harbor some ill feelings.  We can make it right.  I haven't seriously injured anyone in years and I've been pretty damn good to boot.  I know I've said some things about nuking the human race off of the face of the planet and lining the fringe of my future woodland compound with the heads of my enemies at three yard intervals and designing a super virus that will reset the planet.  That's just talking out of school.  You and I both know I'm not that ruthless and I do care for and can love people.  If you could see your way through to giving me a flamethrower this year, I promise it will only be used for good.  Not even just entertainment, because we both know entertainment falls into so many different categories.  Just one flamethrower.  Good can be entertaining, but entertaining is not always good.  If you can do that, I would be very appreciative and let the past be the past.  If you can't, I understand too.  The future can be fickle.  Just thought I'd lob it up there for you to think about, big guy.  Dig the beard too, man.  Mine is starting to go a little gray myself.

Have a good one,

Child at Heart

P.S. I'll build my own if I have to, but if I blow myself up it's on you

2/1/18

That Instant

you burst into laughter sitting in traffic when you realize people pounding the table pressing merit and skill based immigration because they insist immigrants shouldn't be allowed into the country based on winning a lottery or because they are related to someone already here are completely blind to the fact that their current station in life has a lot more to do with the luck of where and to whom they were born and who they knew and were related to than it did any shining meritocracy or particular honed skill.