Sans Comedic

Photo: Brendal Tombeaver/////Dress: Sendal Snanks/////Model: Sinneggity Samboocoe

My Personality

In terms of things I'm most thankful for I think it goes: hot bed, wet sinny, girding purses, uncle "handsy," straddling the scenes and NPR on Sundays.

Six Things You Could Never Do Without

Lists, oxygen, water, friends, family and this horribly exuberant loneliness pervading every thought and behavior following me like the inevitability of death.

Wearing All Black

And yet--my EZ pass.

Mild Storms

It's the part of the river that the locals drink from: upstream.

Water as a Little Thing

The trees look made of paper when they're in bloom at night.  I've never seen a prettier whiteness than the one a tree makes when it's in bloom.  The forest is scary.  It's one of those horrors where you can't tell if the undefined presence of someone else is scarier or not.  Like lightning without thunder.

Well--when I lived in a windowless basement the cigarette smoke was all that resembled weather.  It's like Shabbat in a submarine.  I would open the hatch around 6:30 before work and find myself surrounded by sunshine or snow and always this blown out retarded wind. My sense of freedom totally gone for some reason.  Everything was loud and unfriendly and it doesn't make any difference to me I don't think because I've been expecting it.  So you know I'll just annotate this whole basement with negativity and liquids.  You know--how you could be so me to me.  I guess it's all right. Like smoking somewhere cross-legged bungling the job of caring exclusively about yourself.  A place where there's no sun even to set if it wants.

I'm calling someone to make myself feel poignant in real time.  Because the absence of body language means that my words will be more memorable.  The message will silently broadcast across so many different parts of the landscape.  I wonder which part would be the best for someone to take the message in.  Probably in person.  Maybe I shouldn't call them.  Maybe the undefined presence of myself is more poignant than anything I actually have to say.

KV on Being HK

To everyone I've intentionally alienated, called a faggot, fucked once or twice and ignored the calls/texts of, beat up in the street, owed money to and said "I love you" to for no other reason than to hear it said back: it sucked the whole time for me too.