[contemporary art, poetry, dance, film, & fashion]
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MJM: Aw, sweet. Um, grateful for pecs, for Virginie Viard leaving Chanel & Hedi Slimane being fired, for the Proenza boys doing well at Loewe, for triangular buildings on triangular lots, & Audra Mc…
[other gay raises hand in benediction] [table begins to hum/cry]
MJM: Aw, sweet. Um, grateful for pecs, for Virginie Viard leaving Chanel & Hedi Slimane being fired, for the Proenza boys doing well at Loewe, for triangular buildings on triangular lots, & Audra Mc…
[other gay raises hand in benediction] [table begins to hum/cry]
LB: Hi, sweetie. [pause] So, are we going to talk about it?
MJM [wearing a gigantic fleece lined taupe sweatshirt that I found in the bottom of the drawer because I’m sad about Yuki the dog]: No we are not.
LB: Hi, sweetie. [pause] So, are we going to talk about it?
MJM [wearing a gigantic fleece lined taupe sweatshirt that I found in the bottom of the drawer because I’m sad about Yuki the dog]: No we are not.
Baby’s gone absolute brush bristles
Soup’s too thick
Rhinestone choker & gun in the garter
Kkssh! Check your upstairs window.
& THAT’S a Uruguayan mouthful
Picnicking the analysis
Shaking a pie tin while saying you’re Stevie Nicks
Loper, loper, time to get a corset
Baby’s gone absolute brush bristles
Soup’s too thick
Rhinestone choker & gun in the garter
Kkssh! Check your upstairs window.
& THAT’S a Uruguayan mouthful
Picnicking the analysis
Shaking a pie tin while saying you’re Stevie Nicks
Loper, loper, time to get a corset
Some of us grew up in ballet. We know the taste of coffee followed by a Diet Pepsi followed by a Clif bar.
[coyote howls]
Some of us grew up in ballet. We know the taste of coffee followed by a Diet Pepsi followed by a Clif bar.
[coyote howls]
Hi, here’s a piece of writing that either indicates that I’m at my interpretive zenith as a perceiving being or that I’m being attacked by once friendly but now vicious words because I’ve gone mad.
Hi, here’s a piece of writing that either indicates that I’m at my interpretive zenith as a perceiving being or that I’m being attacked by once friendly but now vicious words because I’ve gone mad.