Basically just an old* fart-in-a-bottle left on a dusty shelf somewhere in Brooklyn, NY.
*Old enough to know that being anti-fascist is 👍.
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Dissection day in #science class: the cloying stink of formaldehyde and the squelch of scalpel biting into vitreous humor. Some students are conscientious about slicing and pinning the required parts; others find the hard bean of the lens and reserve it for future use. #vss365
The cover is even more gorgeous in person.
#bookmail #📖📫
The cover is even more gorgeous in person.
#bookmail #📖📫
You say the #number the same as any other: it’s 12, time for lunch. You have 15 minutes left. I need 4 lemons from the store. But this combination, when it rolls from your mouth: what year was Aunt A born? The child repeats the sacred number until he laughs the milk out his nose. #vss365
The teacher, new and unafraid, took great joy in teaching the #myths, reveling in epithet and aegis, pantheon and hubris. In her final class, she talked of Aphrodite’s birth on the half shell. She asked them to think of oysters, their shape, and the feel in their young mouths. #vss365
A small #measure of whiskey before bed turns to two, then three. The bottle is nearing empty, although it had not started full. Your therapist talks of active avoidance and passive. Tell me which it is, then, when you pour the last glass and forget to set your alarm. #vss365
The learning #language model was hungry. It’d eaten all the #literature, poetry, memoir, #law books, research papers. So they fed it 90s-era ’zines, mimeographed co-op newsletters from 1975. Bazooka Joe comics, jokes from Cracker Jack boxes, before they stopped giving away real toys. #vss365
The learning #language model was hungry. It’d eaten all the #literature, poetry, memoir, #law books, research papers. So they fed it 90s-era ’zines, mimeographed co-op newsletters from 1975. Bazooka Joe comics, jokes from Cracker Jack boxes, before they stopped giving away real toys. #vss365
You find the objects used for your childhood spankings in a forgotten pile on the third floor; the internet names them laundry paddles. Then #history unravels for you from there. A hundred years ago, this house a laundry, a baby drowned in the hot lye of her mother’s labors. #vss365
The tree had been dead all summer; we thought to call the landlord but didn’t. September winds sent it toward our windows with a thudding crack. The chainsaws came and gave the yard a peculiar new #geography that even the strays and rats have yet to map to their satisfaction. #vss365
The tree had been dead all summer; we thought to call the landlord but didn’t. September winds sent it toward our windows with a thudding crack. The chainsaws came and gave the yard a peculiar new #geography that even the strays and rats have yet to map to their satisfaction. #vss365
It’s louder & clearer tonight.
That’s my great-uncle, he says, on their second date. She's stunned to silence by the connection to such a #famous holy man. She had thought her suitor mediocre at best. Now he is glazed in a warmer, honeyed light. She realizes she will marry him. She will have no choice. #vss365
Anyway, NYC: go vote.
Anyway, NYC: go vote.
Her preschool #education had before and after. After was her babysitter nabbing a pigeon barehanded. After was her following him up the metal stairs to a rooftop coop, to the caged thrum of citified rock doves. After was watching green slide from pocket to outstretched palm. #vss365
Her preschool #education had before and after. After was her babysitter nabbing a pigeon barehanded. After was her following him up the metal stairs to a rooftop coop, to the caged thrum of citified rock doves. After was watching green slide from pocket to outstretched palm. #vss365
They go back eight generations, at least. Pull out a map: how many roads with their name? Even this hollow here. The cave where they found all those bones. But the authorities hesitate to call it what it is: #domestic, home-grown. As American as corn, pie, an eye for an eye. #vss365
Kid: Nothing, I will be myself.
Me (1 day ago): So Friday, are you sure—
Kid: I told you, Mom, I'm going as myself.
Me (this morning): Oh look at that kid in the Minecraf—
Kid: Mo-om, why wouldn't you let me wear a costume?
Kid: Nothing, I will be myself.
Me (1 day ago): So Friday, are you sure—
Kid: I told you, Mom, I'm going as myself.
Me (this morning): Oh look at that kid in the Minecraf—
Kid: Mo-om, why wouldn't you let me wear a costume?
*Old enough to remember Ed Koch. How I'm doin'?
*Old enough to remember Ed Koch. How I'm doin'?
I assume in this instance, “some” means “oligarchs buying access and shitting on democracy,” right @nytimes.com?
I assume in this instance, “some” means “oligarchs buying access and shitting on democracy,” right @nytimes.com?
It’s… shocking
I’ll see myself to the glue yard now.
I’ll see myself to the glue yard now.
Creeps! It continues to be delightfully chilly with bright sun here in my corner of the world. Enjoy this red-tailed hawk taking off between the grave stones in search of snacks for today October 10.
#cemetery #gravetober #birdsofpreyknowtheyrecool
Creeps! It continues to be delightfully chilly with bright sun here in my corner of the world. Enjoy this red-tailed hawk taking off between the grave stones in search of snacks for today October 10.
#cemetery #gravetober #birdsofpreyknowtheyrecool