dating me

this is my submission for Tuesday's zine, a guide to dating yourself.

black metal deli daze, small houses

on a happier note
molly and i are making big plans for our futures.
we just spent two hours on the phone researching tiny houses.
want one? JOIN US. we will be in mountains.
the pictures say so. (well, not this particular one).


these houses are made/designed by tumbleweed tiny house company.
currently we are most interested in the Lusby, because it affords us our privacy (two bedrooms!). we already decided what items of ours get to stay and which have to go, for example: the saw will obviously be the instrument of choice because it is nearly one dimensional and multifunctional, the comic book collections are of great importance, whereas the seashell collection will probaby have to go. also, my globe is non-negotiable. molly made the exec. decision that we have to get a dog? which seems counterintuitive.

i dont think i'll be able to sleep tonight,


visions of weebees in my head.

i spelled it wrong.

the text in this one is supposed to be different...

spelled satellite wrong.

get over it.

about a white boy i know

i just realized the text in this one makes NO sense?

holy balls.

from a comic i will never finish.

handz.

butts.

B13, get me the police.

first, the good.
i have been listening to scott joplin, drinking lemonade, and reading fried green tomatoes. living a life of book sin delicious. truly.


now, the anger comes.
Okay, okay okay.
now you know its hard to trust a storyteller who only trusts their own story about ninety percent. but let me tell you, i think that this happened last night.
alright.
my neighbors are incredible, the loudest.
i hate them.
i really can't stand them.
they wake me up at 3 a.m. blaring their music.
they wake me up at 7 a.m. blaring their music.
they are doing so right now. actually, i think they are watching a movie about engines revving, because thats all im hearing from up there.
do these people have jobs?
well last night was the last straw, because i swear to god, some computer or something of theirs was screaming an electronic bingo game. at 4 a.m. loud as monsters. i could hear every letternumber, i could have played along. but i was too angry. B14. G38. BINGO---------this is the most ridiculous thing that has ever kept me up at night. i had anger coursing through my veins like so many snakes. and i have been having nightmares.

goodnight, you assholes. i can't wait to move away from you and your electronics.

if i was gonna kill you, i'd use my hands

spent the past two days vacationing with jane in and around my house and home. lake hariett and naps took shape, watching the glenn gordon sail across the water. front lawn, listening to kate bush and painting. reading fannie flagg and eating mozarella cheese outside. tonight, there have been rilled vegetables with carissa, babs, jane, and the germs. goodbye, yellow brick road.

but its not all fantasy. i will admit spare moments for lost... (which is what i typed into google to find this beauty.) missing my locals ed, eileen, jenny... and the not-so-locals, leslie and molly, to name a few. come home to me so we can eat beer.

jungleforestfort

photos of my senior show, taken by Jenny and I:











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process photos courtesy of Jack Randol:

current love interests

i dont have the energy to scan anything new today, so here are some old things i can share:

this is one of the most beautiful images i have probably ever seen.its a map of the mississippi river, with it's changes over the years, from 1944. the original book is from is available free, on the internet, which is amazing. i got a glowing globe for my room and currently am working on a map collection.


lately, ive also been loving
etch a sketches

block letters

bayous

kudzu

spanish moss

(the last three are c/o molly, my southern sister)
i finished my business cards and installed my senior show, i only have one final critique left. things seem to be going fairly smoothly.

PEACE OUT.