the mysteries of parenthood
free mystics; odd, forgiving strangers who are drawn to the spark; spectres that ween the gods robbed of birthrights
LVit.... and Napolean Bonaparte, the Cellmates, the Unsnuffable, that buzzing, the Angry Motorists Outside My Window, lists of reasons one feels a certain way when I do (OR don't do) certain things I occasionally do, faint what-could-be-screams-for-help or my roommate watching TV, white people doing anything at all, the Bongos of Arthritis, Stepfather Clocks and the gaps of silence inbetween it all.
surveillance footage of random, negligable shoplifting. uncut reels of strangers' vacations. unrecorded shit.
SELFLESS FOR SELFISH REASONS by the Count Seven of Numbers
my daughter