gimme a nickel

jackson took this photo of me when i was drunk and doing the dishes. i found it in my downloads, aptly titled 'bowlcaro.JPG' i almost just took credit for that but then remembered jax is responsible (ehh, actually i'm still not sure hehe.)

did a review

did a writing about heavy petting and it's up on the lit pub. hopefully the first of many for me & that site. hugs and kisses to the wonderful molly gaudry for making that site everything it is.

gonna submit to this!!

from Stark's website:

About

The premiere issue of Stark is due out in 2012.

Stark will be an annual, art-quality production with black-and-white photos of the poets in addition to their poems. Each poet who submits to Stark does so with the understanding that, if selected, the poet will be asked to sit for a nude photography session with a professional photographer. One or more photos will be chosen by a committee of the editors, production manager, photographer, and the poet. Photographs will range from obscure–body parts, face only, back only–to full pose and must be agreed upon by all members of the selection committee. The photographer, artist Randy Lagana, is excited about this project being revived. Samples of his work can be seen at http://www.randylagana.net/.

For Stark, the editors seek a full representation of the range and diversity of contemporary poetry in style and subject matter. At the same time, we expect every issue to reflect our overall standards of literary excellence.

feeling good about this. maybe my naked body will be on the internet. seems real appropriate for the editor at UP. ras, you in? let's all do this.

UP literature

the first issue of UP is on the interwebs, with cover art by the talented mr. miguel rual!

here's a secret bonus poem you won't find in the issue:

Aroha

by Jackson Nieuwland

Gonna hug you.

Gonna kiss you. 

Gonna hickey you.

Gonna fuck you hard.

Gonna nibble your nipples.

Gonna cum down your throat.

Gonna flex my dick inside of you.

Gonna hold your hand inside your vagina.

Gonna smack dat tattoo of my name on your ass

white winter hymnal

someone in my building named sarah hauge left her itunes on sharing so i'm listening to her library. i'm listening to skinny love by bon iver. i told people that i would go to the bars with them tonight but i felt hungry during workshop so my friend and i snuck out of the building after class and went home. now i'm in my apartment by myself waiting for jackson to finish shaving his face. he is taking a very long time. i ate a cookie and i've finished most of a beer (yeungling, leftover by dj berndt from the reading at my apartment last week.)

i got the results of my 'annual check-up' today. 'we are pleased to report your recent pap smear is normal. this means no abnormal cells were identified.'

last night i did this test to assess my facial beauty.

i did pretty well on it.

thanksgiving feast

yesterday on thanksgiving i woke up with a hangover.

on wednesday night, i went to a friend's house and drank vodka and then went out in towson, md and had a surprisingly pleasant time via being buzzed already. i grew up around towson and went to high school in towson and so every year when i come back to towson for thanksgiving and christmas i see an assortment of folks i knew from ages 5-11, 11-14, 14-18, or some combination of the above. it can be real disheartening, but i just happened to run into pretty much only friendly/attentive folks on wednesday night that ended up getting me real drunk. cut to not quite sure how i got here but i've got a finger down my throat or something and i'm doing a vomit into the grass in front of my friend's jeep outside a mcdonalds.

i took photos of two of my friends occupying the same coat

oh right, i remember. this was after the friend i came with went home with a boy she goes home with after each of these events and i decided i would drive myself home to skype with my boyfriend. things i did to sober up: 1) threw up because i felt 'too nauseous to drive' 2) asked my friend to get me a big container of fries from mcdonalds and then ate them all on the ride to my car to avoid more nausea 3) drank a big glass of water at my friend's house (where my car was) and 4) decided 'it's now or never!' and charged out of her house with all of the things i'd brought with me to spend the night (e.g. pillow, spare clothes, toothbrush) without looking back.

the drive home was a little difficult because of new 'rumble strips' the county has installed on the double yellow lines that divide the roads in half and me feeling determined to ride on them. at home, my mother greeted me at the door (it was at least 3 am) and i asked for a plate of salad and some water and ate them real fast and then told her to wake me before noon (?) and went upstairs to skype. on skype my boyfriend told me i was still drunk, which really surprised me.

on thanksgiving i woke up, gulped down a couple advils, and went about my day successfully making the 'vegetable side' of peas (which were a hit), peeling 7-8 potatoes, helping mom with vege gravy for myself and generally adding to the festive mood of the day. some relatives came over for dinner and then i surprised myself and them by putting most of the food into storage containers and then taking over for my dad after he got tired doing the dishes and finishing them all up before dessert. dessert is the same every year, a pumpkin pie and and apple pie for which i've done the crust (plus the apple filling this year, with help from dad) and my mom's done the filling. i am a pie crust expert and i achieved this level of expertise at age 7. i did experiments with the crust recipes until it did what i wanted and now i do the exact same thing for it every year and it always turns out magnificently. everyone always exclaims how wonderfully the pies turned out but in my opinion they always taste the same, so i wonder if they get bored. my aunt used to make a pecan pie but i think my mom discouraged her from it or something. she can be bossy. i remember it being really tasty. maybe i'll try to do one of those for next year.

after dinner i was supposed to go to my friend's house but the relatives stayed late so i read all of shoplifting from american apparel instead and was disappointed by how unsuccessful sam's shoplifting experiences were. and disappointed by the book in general. did a goodreads review of it that said 'felt cheap' and gave it 2/5 stars. tried to skype my boyfriend but fell asleep (oops). happy thanksgiving everybody.

a lot of singing

today i drove to my parents' home in maryland for thanksgiving break. i probably won't be doing shoe/book posts from here because most of my shoes and books are at my apartment in dc. not that i've been doing them every day anyway hehe. last week i was getting ready for susie anderson to visit and then she was here and we were ustreaming :)

i had tons of fun this weekend with so many lit friends visiting! dj berndt, jess dutschmann, megan boyle, zachary german, michael michael motorpsychle, shaun gannon, will bechtold and jae dyche came down for the reading, along with some new-to-ustream mfa friends of mine (readers included allison wyss, katie herman and anna rowser.) beach sloth blogged about it (<3). the reading was a success. i want to make it into a bi-monthly series, and will be working very hard to get a reading together for late january, because i won't be back from new zealand until jan. 18.

last night, i watched inland empire with jax for our monday/tuesday night date night. this has been our third david lynch in a row and it was the least accessible so far to me. my first introduction to inland empire came from my good friend derek lessard during a hollywood horror film class we both took in 2008. for a presentation in class, derek played the clip where nikki first gets her instructions for looking through the silk (i wish i had the video clip to put here, idk if i'm describing this part well.) reality, film, being a character and dreaming all seemed fluid in this movie. seems like i had quite a few deja vu moments during the film. didn't help that the film seemed to be bleeding into real life as jax and i couldn't get our films to synch up. we'd set our dvd's to the same time and they'd be on different images; we'd synch up the images but then check back in a minute and be out of synch again; one minute, jax would be ahead in his version, then i would be; jax would say 'did you see x' and i wouldn't have seen it; sometimes i saw it later, sometimes the image never came (i never saw any clown.) we took a break and when we came back, i said 'it would be nice to be invisible i think' and jax said if you were invisible, it would be nice to also be able to be silent because otherwise people would still hear you doing loud things. immediately after starting the film back up, one character was not able to see another but could still hear her. very weird things happening during and around this one. if i had to put the three in order: 1) eraserhead, 2) mulholland dr., 3) inland empire. that is also the order we've watched them in. i wonder if this is correlated? next week is blue velvet.

today i got real bored during my drive to my parents' home. to cope, i recorded a series of music videos from songs on the radio, starting with linkin park and ending with nine inch nails. here they are, throughout.

nobody wants to hear about it

i feel real prep school in any boat shoes, especially these fucking boat shoes.

(j.d. salinger's catcher in the rye + sperry top-sider authentic original 2 eye in pink canvas)

yea holden is seriously inspirational, okay.

today i went to a three tents reading and met megan boyle and 'reconnected' with adam robinson and re-met mark cugini (the creator of the reading series) and listened to my friend natalie corbin read and listened to and met edward mullany, who just published a book with publishing genius. today was a real good day.

did you ever try to dress like a character from a book?

gonna do a series of books with shoes that remind me of those books. a lot of what i wear or how i try to dress is intuitively inspired by things i've read. here's where i'll try to pair them together.

james joyce's dubliners + urban outfitters' cooperative suede oxford wedge.

clomp clomp i'm a dubliner.

some books already have shoes on them, but that's just cheating.

doin a blog, ok?

i'm gonna blog also. are you surprised?

i used to do it a lot last spring, and even at the beginning of the summer. then i got 'busy'. but really, it's like watering a plant or masturbating or fitness. you have to just keep going at it. um yea.

reasons a future surge in blog posts here might be lame:

-it doesn't have a fun theme

-i have no real goals

-i might talk about things like feelings

-i might talk about things that happen to me during the day

photo i took on my roofdeck today:

this past sunday, my oldest friend (meaning i've been pretty consistently friends with her for 18 years, and not that she's the oldest person i know because she's not, she's 22) spent the night at my apartment primarily because she was going to the supreme court on monday morning and i live in washington, dc. my friend is in law school. i like to think she also spent the night to do things like 'catch up' and 'cuddle'. 

an assortment of things my friend said to me while she was here:

-when we went to the coffee shop i always go to and the cashier cursed at another employee she said 'i can see why you like it here'

-in reaction to me fixing my hair, she said 'if i had a nickle for every time you've fixed your hair today' and she told me i wouldn't have to keep fixing it if i didn't 'wear it like an 80s person'

-i told her i fell down on the sidewalk the other day from tripping on cobblestones. when we got to the spot where i fell, i said 'that's where i fell' and pointed at the ground. she said 'where are the cobblestones?'

-after the ravens scored their winning touchdown she waved my purple hair dryer in the air really excitedly while also making 'proud fan' noises (i guess that's not really talking)

-compared joanna newsom's voice to a 'fly buzzing around the room'

an assortment of the topics we discussed while she was here:

-death

-accidental death

-freak death (e.g. decapitation, trash chutes)

-homicide

-homicide court cases

-people we know who've died

an assortment of songs i listened to while doing work at the coffee shop:

-wuthering heights, kate bush

-the majority of We Must Become the Pitiless Censors of Ourselves by john maus, highlights include cop killer and matter of fact

-peach plum pear, joanna newsom

i guess that's it.

today a poem i wrote this summer was published on metazen :)

i like girls.

a piece of something i got in the mail today and read and liked that seemed, well, beautiful: 

Dear God of the bent trees of Fifth Avenue

Only pour my wilful dust up your veins

And I'll pound your belly-flat world

In praise of small agonies

Suck sea monsters off Tierra del Fuego

Fuck your only begotten cobalt dream

To filter golden pleasure through your apple glutted heaven

Filter the uncircumcized sin of my heart.

FOUR.

jackson nieuwland and i have a chapbook called FOUR through animal pharm press. it is now available to preorder!!! (click the paypal link at the right.) if you preorder, you will get heaps of cool bonus materials hand picked by me.

we love reviewers!!! if you would like to review FOUR, e-mail decarlo.carolyn@gmail.com for a free PDF.

probably going to read everything now.

i just read i am rainbow by michael hessel-mial (i spelled your name wrong on twitter and for that and absolutely nothing else i am sorry), a poetry series located at//on//in pangur ban party. i think, after hearing michael read in a coffee shop in baltimore this past tuesday as part of steve roggenbuck and poncho peligroso's irl poetry tour, my heart (or something?) has fallen in love with his poetry. the first two in the series, 'this poem is pissed at other poems' and 'phone sex' are obvious favorites, but even his cheeky short poems in the series like 'emily dickinson poem' seem really wonderful. i really appreciated getting to see michael read his handwritten 'sexy poems' from a marble composition notebook during the tour. i like to imagine this comparative lit phD candidate scribbling everything furiously like this and shouting it aloud whether or not an audience is present as witness.

tangentially (hehe), i am wondering why i have not yet read every single series available to my eyes and my brain at pangur ban party. i've been 'aware' and 'appreciative' of pangur ban party and dj berndt since i started gettin in2 dat lit scene via let people poems. i've read my friend shaun gannon's short fiction there and 'i'm finna start all conversations like this from now until forever' by sasha fletcher and dan bailey and various bits and pieces of other things by other folks there. this is not enough. getting started on reading everything immediately.

things i've read today after waking up an hour ago.

1. james duncan's blog post about a million bears.

i enjoy james's voice a lot. in writing and out loud (hehe) (stacey teague's memeplex lolz). he writes well about humans and emotions and sadness in a way that does not make me want to throw up or run away. he makes me think about the things i thought about when i was 15 a lot, not because i think of him as a child but because he seems to still be tapped into that. in a kind of thoughtful, expansive way.

2. everything about death on antipobros.

i read stacey's poem about ideas for poems. i immediately opened a word document because it made me want to write a poem. i got distracted by the rest of the poem and then james's poems and then stacey and james's sad songs and stacey's macro. i read all the comments about james's poems and thought, i feel this way about james's poems too. i didn't add any comments because it felt nice to just watch. i felt strongly that i wanted to make my own death playlist and not post it anywhere. i felt strongly that i wanted to listen to sad music and feel sad like the antipobros. i thought about how it's funny that it's winter there and how i'm usually sad during the winter and wondered if now i'm going to be sad during the summer and happy during the winter because my friends are across the world from me. thinking about my friends being across the world from me made me feel sad. i wondered what jackson was going to post for the death topic. someone on tv said 'death'.

3. m kitchell's new chapbook 'i don't feel and it feels great'.

the photograph on the 'cover' makes me feel calm. the tone is different than i would have expected. feel a little despondent that 'he' isn't having tons of sex. everyone is loving venn diagrams right now. think about naked men jerking off and feel a little good about that. mike kitchell staring hard at me or anyone else in a room where i am seems really nice in a non-sexual way. in middle/high school i used to fantasize often about a vampire coming in through my window to kiss me and have sex with me. 'mike' talking about wanting to fuck ghosts reminds me of that. i think 'fabricate that shit' when 'he' talks about dramatic effect and wonder mildly whether it is (fabricated) or not, knowing it doesn't really matter poetically but that it might matter on a human level. think about drinking tecates in college park and feel connected. feel like the last five sentences on the second to last page are 'relatable'. i hate the word 'relatable'. i have been taught to hate the idea 'relatable'. wrote all of this while reading m's chapbook.

should revise the title to 'two hours' now but i'm not going to.

Here is an interview I conducted with myself regarding DOWN.

How was DOWN conceived?

Ras. Mashramani and I knew we wanted to start a site together.  The original plan, conceived by Ras., was a site for apocalyptic literature—ours, and others.  But after the rapture, and the advent of Mike Kitchell’s powerful chapbook Arrebato, this theme seemed overplayed.  We sat on it for a while, until one day Ras. asked me if I’d want to collaborate on an erotica site.  I said yes.  Sexuality seemed to run through our poetry, the poetry we’d already posted or submitted to sites like Let People Poems, New Wave Vomit and others.  One of the first things I noticed and admired about Ras.’s poetry was her easy handling of sexual themes and tones.  I can only assume she felt the same, or similarly, about my writing.

After the big decision had been made, we got to work on the details.  I was sitting on my friend’s couch one night when I came up with the name for the website—DOWN—which seemed good to me and to Ras. based on the diversity of things the word ‘down’ could refer to, both containing sexual connotations and not.  The capital letters added a little something special.  It wasn’t long before Jackson Nieuwland created the first ‘DOWN macros,’ which we’ve since used as promotion, that helped me really start to visualize the site.

What was your intention for the site?

Our aim is and always has been to create a good space for poetry that fits a certain niche that often gets overlooked or intentionally skipped over by ‘respectable’ poets and writers.  Poets haven’t been known to shy away from sexual or romantic themes, but at the same time, they’re rarely ‘allowed’ to be sexually explicit.  Bukowski did it, a lot of Spanish-speaking writers are doing it (see Chronos (Loves) Kairos or Tenían Veinte Años y Estaban Locos for examples.) Personally, I think sex, in all its forms, can be seen as poetic—whether it’s pretty or loving or just plain dirty.

How do erotic poems fit with your personal brand or lifestyle?

If you had told me six months ago that I would be spending the summer writing 30+ poems sweepingly categorized as ‘erotica,’ I would have laughed.  I mean, you probably could have convinced me, because it would have seemed like something I would be capable of doing.  But erotic poetry wasn’t on my radar then.  Writing poetry in general wasn’t really on my radar then.  ‘In real life’, I’m an MFA candidate and soon-to-be lecturer at the University of Maryland, and my concentration is fiction.  Six months ago, I would have told you I’d be spending my summer writing a novella (which I’ve also been doing).  Six months ago, I didn’t know who Steve Roggenbuck, Ana C, Blake Butler, Frank Hinton or even Ras. Mashramani were.  I would be lying if I said Tao Lin had been more than a blip on my radar.  My AWP experience in late January barely skirted things like the Lit Party.  I was only just hearing about the online lit scene from Shaun Gannon.  Now, I don’t think anything plays a larger part in my daily life.

As has been publicized, I’m not one to favor public displays of emotion.  Some might call this cold.  Some might see that as conducive to writing about love from a purely physical aspect.  Probably not too many DOWN readers would suspect me of being a romantic—when in reality, I’m one of those saps who runs around grinning and saying things like ‘I love love’ when I fall into it.

So why write it?

Plain and simple, erotica is fun to write.  Most—if not every—adult readers today can relate to these topics.  Overwhelmingly, my friends ‘in real life’ tell me how glad they are to have access to this, because I’m saying everything they wish they had the balls to talk about.  So yes, many people I know can relate—but only some have shown their approval for erotica as poetry.  I find that realistic, and fine with me.  I think some people probably see it as tacky, some don’t find it serious enough.  Some have—with both positive and negative intentions—referred to it as ‘poetry’s version of porn’.

As of right now, my name probably seems fairly synonymous with DOWN in the lit community.  Some lovely articles (by Beach Sloth, Lit Gossip) have even surfaced to this effect, and I appreciate and welcome this attention.  But it seems worth mentioning that erotic poetry is hardly the 'only kind' of writing I do.  Not only has poetry been generally less comfortable a medium for me than fiction, I’ve been working on fiction for far longer.  It feels doubtful to me that all of my subsequent projects will center around the same theme as DOWN.  It feels doubtful that all my future internet writing will even be poetry. So um, stay tuned!

What does the future hold for DOWN?

Ras. and I will continue posting until the first day of autumn, September 23.  At this point, we’ll open up a satellite lit mag (name forthcoming) geared toward submissions from any and all other writers.  A fair amount of interest in submitting has already been expressed, and we’re looking forward to this project when the time arrives.  Ras. and I also intend to create a print version of DOWN from our collective work.  But for now, we’ll just stick to making your summer a little bit hotter, as promised ;)

unapologetic, hypersexual grunge.

redlightbulbs.net

reading rocío saavedra.

rocío saavedra is a young poet from murcia, spain. she graduated from the university of murcia and writes in prose and verse. you can read her poem el escondite at luna miguel's site tenían veinte años y estaban locos.

i used to speak spanish a lot but i don't any more. i pronounce rocío wrong but hopefully not much else.

chloe sevigny my heart.

what

a

babe.

want a preview?

i'm hard at work on a poem for DOWN to accompany this video:

hot enough?

make it your #1 destination this summer.

cc cannon (that's me) and ras mashramani present DOWN, the cure for your summertime blues.

if you're feeling (insert adjective here), this is probably the site for you. content will be updated daily, so come back each day for a new chubby. our poetry, videos and macros are NSFW, guaranteed. the hotter it gets outside, the hotter we get in here :)

bend it bend it bend it.

sakoku was a little scary.

a big thank you to crispin best for putting my short fiction piece, sakoku (1639) up on for every year.

i've been anticipating this one for the longest time, as it was the first piece i submitted off LPP after getting involved with internet poetry =)

come here, sexie.

ras mashramani and i will be getting u hot all summer. she has a preview here, but i say more is more. so she'll show u hers, i'll show u mine. if u were present for jonny & aurist's fantastic reading friday night, you've heard this already, but here it is in print:

POCKET POEM

i lick your balls

and your hairs get caught

between my teeth.

i am flossing with

your pubes.

they are long

and coarse.

i suck your dick

and feel pubes 

on your dick,

pubes in my mouth.

getting them off

my tongue

is so difficult

to remain sexy.

in the morning, i find

your hairs on my bed

and pull up the covers,

save them.

later, when i'm sitting

on a public toilet,

i run my index and middle fingers

between

the folds of my labia,

and find a pubic hair

you left there.

i hold it between my thumb and index finger,

pull it out straight

and watch it curl back

into itself.

i bring it up close

to my face

and watch it shimmer

gold and red.

i turn it upside-down

and study the white bulb

where it once connected to

your skin.

before i leave the bathroom, 

i tuck the hair into

my pocket.

i think about

where it has been,

a safer place

than a pocket

for keeping things

warm.

anticatholicism.

generally gaga can suck my d, but this song makes me horny.

he's really doing too much.

cool jerk.

tinychat lief.

last night there was a party on ana c's tinychat after jacob steinberg's one-man ustream extravaganza (which i had to miss due to internet difficulties). luckily, my son invited me to the chat and my friend kelly and i joined in enthusiastically.

here are some things i learned on tinychat:

1. jacob steinberg has a lot to say about argentina, tao lin, internet poetry, scene lief, his exes... basically, JS has a lot to say. i like listening to his voice. i would probably listen to JS talk to himself for at least five hours straight, if he was interested in this kind of thing.

2. two internet relationships blossomed in ana c's tinychat last night. one between JS and david sorensen, who made it fb official, and one between spencer madsen and stacey teague, who are just plain cuties.

3. spencer madsen is a very sound sleeper and looks pretty great doing it.

4. everyone owns bandanas and can put them on at a moment's notice except my friend kelly. improvising with a napkin looks pretty cool but makes your face very hot and prevents you from making gang signs and in the long run just isn't very scene i guess.

5. jackson nieuwland's parents are really keut and his father is like also a talented poet or something.

6. stacey teague lives in the forest and plays on her laptop out there.

7. all new zealanders (kiwis?) are extremely tall and may be referred to as "giants," whereas ana c and i are the exact same height, which is short (5'3").

8. spencer is distraught that jacob is leaving new york. best friend love :(

9. a very young man named joe roberts is the best planker i've ever seen. (pics? screencaps?)

10. mike kitchell has the best hair. the best. hair. stealin' the show :)

just had the keutest convo ever with my son :)

my son does some really cool stuff, like this and this and this and this and this!!!

we are an affectionate family :)

poem about trash or something.

wrote a poem for LPP's monthly contest. this month's theme is waste.

check it out :)

tumble me.

just got a tumblr so i can keep ridin' the macrowave to success. currently using it to create puppy porn-john waters mashups, we'll see how long i can keep this one going :) who knows, maybe i'll move on to kitty orgies and megan fox?

check it out.

things i've learned from stalking awp photos.

i can see poet aliki barnstone's photos on facebook from the 2011 awp conference in washington, dc. this is what i've learned:

1. my professors, current and past, are (one) friends irl--which i guess i knew already--and (two) extra.

2. my friend & fellow mfa candidate eva is 'that customer'.

and 3. john estes is a hottie.

seriously, such a hottie.

so hot, i might just go out and buy his books. (hey, it worked for junot diaz at awp. well, that and he's 'talented' and 'inspiring' and 'sexual' or whatever.)

am i a stalker? yes. is it okay? yes. john waters taught me that my insanity is alright as long as i embrace it.

this is pretty disturbing.

a behind the scenes look at my blogger... it's worth it, i promise.

found this in my stats for the day:

which landed me here:

um, great.

fuck it, skins is hot.

number one (and only) reason to see the new x-men: nicholas hoult, tom ford's fave lil cutie. yummm.

if he wrote books, i'd read 'em.

gosh darn this freaking rapture, u guyz.

i was rly into the rapture when i first heard abt it. when i saw this billboard (on google, would have been sweet irl too i'm sure) i thought, yes i will save the date!

i recorded the date in my iCal and started getting excited for this:

then i started thinking abt some of the downsides. personally hoping i'm one of the 200 million people god chooses for this, cuz otherwise i don't even get to go to hell, u guyz. harold camping says if u aren't raptured, ur annihilated, meaning u just cease to be conscious. that would be a bummer. um, if i'm gonna die i wanna meet all the baddies. and if i can't meet the baddies, i guess i'll settle for meeting jesus. i just don't wanna stop thinking. that's like, freaking terrifying.

while i'm like probably excited and all in general, i am pretty freaking upset the rapture is tomorrow, cuz i missed out on all the free swag.

freaking pissed i can't get some free stickers and stuff. guess i can still download the books, tho. there's time to read them all before tomorrow, rite?

respect my lief.

check those bike shorts out :)

a few poems (circa 2003).

The definition of sodomy is funny.

I really hope the dance isn't cancelled Friday.  We're all going to be so depressed if it is!

Mike kept saying "quality." I don't know what was so quality but something was.

I got my wisdom teeth out.  The drugs were great.

They're not letting me go back to his house again, because of the two hickeys.

new poem on all write then.

check it out.

you're really lucky, cuz i have a lot of "real" work to get done in the next 2 weeks but i couldn't wait to deliver this poem to u bbs.

my two gothic mommies.

carolyn jones

+

yvonne decarlo

=

?

carolyn decarlo.

guess it's time for me to go goth.

was your dad a hipster?

thanks to hipsterents for posting this photo of my "dad" scip barnhart (right), making twee asian friends cool before tao lin B)

and one that didn't make the cut:

scip (left) and two friends, university of maryland, 1970. american flags and chucks were ironic before you wore them. look at these hipsters.

john waters and david letterman, circa 1986.

part 1.

part 2.

a crapshoot pairing?

feral child.

i'm finding this all very inspiring right now. creativity forthcoming.