“Yo Niggah! When you gawn stop walkin’ every damned where and get you a car or a fuckin bus pass or somethin’.’’
Tag: Community Arts
Inxusa’s remix
“What the What? Byous!” He’s a little confused lately, suffering from Hypergraphia, expressing the sounds between thought and feeling with scratches and squiggles around the edges of the paper. I […]
Conjuring Truly Scrumptious & The Imagined Nation
Preface Conjuring Truly Scrumptious & The Imagined Nation is my most selfish act, so far. She is the eye of my storm, the safest place in the path of me, […]
Hu Nu
The members of the creative department are waiting in their studio, smiling and confident like I’ve never seen them. And for the first time, all at the same time. They stopped sipping on their coffee or tea or what ever Copy Loo Wack is and introduce themselves one by one.
First, My admin Judy, looks over her glasses at me as she walks past saying, something like, 你比我想像的更有吸引力 Hi Mister Day.
Bubble Day
Mrs. Shadetree is saying, “Your garden? Butterfly. I packed you a lunch. That’s not sorrowful anger. You’re feeling, parental annoyance. What’s wrong? Wait! I’m early. What’s wrong. Time displacement. You gotta go. Cassie’s on the way. I packed you a lunch.”
The rotary phone on the kitchen wall rings, she answers, “Shadetrees’. Good morning!
Say Magrathea again
Entering the colonnade where I’m supposed to meet Miranda, I stepped through a kaleidoscope of butterflies then a veil of bubbles, followed by another angry look alike woman swinging, fanning and yapping as she stomps by me. “Fuck you flowers! Take that!”