Some lesser-known identities of a counter, however you define it, recognizing the dangers of slipping into the full absurdist guerrilla art territory of #notmakingsense.
6:50 pm. Thursday night. July 31. The sun slowly emerges after a day of sultry rainfall. 60 or so people, all draped in formal and cocktail attire — tuxedos, white tie and tails, ball gowns — all matching a … Read More
It’s all alphabet soup
in 12-pt font,
bitter black bleeding into vegetable stock —
A poem or two or three, falling into one another like bodies in orbit
AITA for wanting my roommates to recycle? By u/trashtalker This last summer I (20M) was living in Chicago with some randomly assigned roommates. They turned out to be chill. One was a foster kid, one was a wealthy Manhattanite, and … Read More