chunks of flommus
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Bwargh von Modnar
typographic rewind
Well, we’re already here we can’t press rewind And nothing we run from is ever truly left behind Guess I
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I love this new age we’ve entered into where everyone is so culturally sensitive and checking their privilege all the time – which is why
a course in the art of offense with bird and bird
This is (a version of) a poem I opened with as part of my spoken word performance «L’intrattenimento» at the FLOMM “not a
potatoes at see’s
Me: “Oh, is this supposed to appeal to me because I’m Irish? Well, FUCK YOU, SEE’S.” * goes inside * Me: “What’s in
a smart-sounding treatise on important feminist stuff, 2016
I was writing something about what a young Christian woman is meant to do when her family thinks she is having sex, her
think for yourself
»»»»» One time this girl went to school and the other kids were all, “Where’s your dad?” and she was like, “He died
more than i can
The more opportunity I am given, the more hopeful I feel, but also the deeper this grief gets – for the former
happy holidays!
There is a small chunk of flesh missing from my face after it met with the floor of a Bay Area Whole
coff e from a hill of beans
Once upon a time in Typography 101, I showed up to my final half-drunk and with food poisoning from a Christmas party earlier
srsly art woman
Meanwhile, in art class . . . Everyone: * being super quiet and polite * Me: * arrives late, still drinking coffee, takes over, like, three desks; proceeds
juxtaposition, ıı
Listen, officer … I didn’t see shit. I didn’t see the shooter, or the guy outside he supposedly shot, or the girl standing nearby who
amazing technicolor butthole
Engaged in a lively debate this morning, about whether I should clean the rainbow of paint water stains out of my bathroom
ephemerality of form and space
Here we see the slain bodies of five German gestural strokes laid across a residential sidewalk in the Squiggle Massacre of 1905. Perhaps
















