NO ONE IS FUCKING WITH ME! i cry to remind myself i am human and still capable of having feelings.
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J.R.
stanley.ispp@gmail.com
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MFA, PsyD
Two little metal noodle bowls
Four fixys
Three working typewriters
Two broken door hinges
One toaster
Soy Sauce packets strewn about
Procrastinations:
vintage pre 40's gooseneck table lamps, crif dogs in the ev, low-fi audio, narcoleptic dogs, cuckoo clocks, old worn paperbacks, lake michigan skate parks, fixed gear conversions with vintage frames, three-legged chairs, maroon, bellwethers, photography, polyblends, lemur monkeys, spatulas, reading, writing, skating, bball, dancing, the other human beings, eating fruit on curbs.
Words:
going to meet the man, baldwin. envy, olesha. things fall apart, achebe. 40 stories, barthelme. the elephant vanishes, murakami. widow basquiat, clement. 334, disch. lyrical essays, camus. the portable parker, dorothy parker. the autograph man, zadie smith. bellwether, connie willis. bonjour tristesse, sagan. transparent things, nabokov. good morning, midnight, jean rhys. point counterpoint, huxley. natural history of the senses, dianne ackerman. soul on ice, eldridge cleaver. winesburg, ohio, sherwood anderson. quiet days in clichy, henry miller. hopscotch, julio cortazar. miranda july, no one belongs here more than you.