(1986) Re: Tapes
You could probably use the tapes and not listen to them. Pull out the tape… make a dress out of it… pull tapes and dance… wrap them around picture…. etc.
The tapes might be too terrible to listen to. Destroy them as art.
xoxo, G
I love the snow.
When I was little, I would play a morbid game were I would pretend that I was a traveler on an expedition in Antarctica or Alaska…. Or whatever.
I would go into the backyard and trudge through the pristine, dense, knee high snow. My steps were exaggerated as I faked an epic struggle. I would grunt and breath deeply and pretend that I could no longer go on.
All my supplies where gone and rest of my troupe… Dead. I had failed. It had been days since I’d had my last meal. Read the rest of this entry »
I had written the most epic love story of all time.
I was on the Williamsburg bridge, listening to my Walkman and riding my bike. An interview came on the public access station . The person I wrote my story about was reviewing it. I didn’t think anyone had read it but THEY did. I had waited forever for this. Read the rest of this entry »
“I look confused”
“No you don’t” Read the rest of this entry »
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