fealinx

fealinx:

AVANT-GARDE SCULPTURES I HAVE LATELY MADE

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A steam shovel that’s an actual shovel made of steam

An app that’s just an arrow that points to which of you is being the asshole

A cocktail made out of laughter, but if you drink more than a sip you will definitely puke

A fourth dimension, which is idiocy. Point, line, square, cube, cube that is an idiot

A nightmare in which nobody can speak besides you but in the end you’re like, “this is wonderful

The Greek god of pitying anyone who thinks better of you than you think of yourself

A t-shirt whose front says “make me feel special” and whose back says “not that special”

A chipped tooth

A scale model of the post office in heaven, with you waiting in line, forever

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ode

fealinx:

Shoutout to all the palest palest legs on Broadway, in their sunblind short-shorted glory

Shoutout to fake intimacy and clumsy street-style bloggers

Shoutout to mystifying taxi routes and Liz from Ipswitch

Shoutout to the syllable we’re both thinking of screaming

Shoutout to carpal tunnel and carpal bridge

This one’s for all the babies with fresh molars and the interns with cantankerous attitudes

This one’s for every wallet that’s ever hidden a dirty picture in the lining

This one’s for medium-sized government and DIY chemtrails

This one’s for when you’re ill but your aunt’s sick

This goes out to every dimple that never even considered living on a face

This goes out to the way salesmen in fancy department stores lean rakishly on counters and smile over their territory

This is for lost followers and strip clubs without liquor licenses

This is for when you would tape Xs over the windows of your soul, if you had one

For car doors and bicycles and single mothers with shopping addictions

For short skirts and long-legged dogs

For the taxi driver

For you of course but mostly always me

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Mayflies

fealinx:

MAYFLY: Well as soon as we became adults we split into groups and began drafting a plan of action to improve our society. There was to be no eating, no sleeping, none of that nonsense, nothing to distract us from the creation of a better life into which our naiads and subimagos might one day moult. All anyone would be able to hear was the buzz of us plotting a new world. And while I admit we were too optimistic about our level of focus — so much time was wasted on sex, and jealousy involving sex, and fights involving jealousy involving sex, and the dissolution and reformation of various working groups for reasons involving fights involving jealousy involving sex, not to mention porch lights — by the end of the day there was a platform the swarm could agree upon, a model of non-hierarchical problem-solving and mutual aid we could use to hew from this grim fish-filled world lives of meaning and dignity. Not for us. Our dead were scattered around the porch lights by dawn. Every one of us. But our naiads. Our naiads. Little innocents feeding in still waters, our naiads.

MAYFLY, JR.: Well as soon as we became adults we split into groups and began drafting a plan of action to improve our society. There was to be no eating, no sleeping, none of that nonsense, nothing to distract us from dismantling the oppressions and hypocrisies of the past and creating a culture we could be proud to hand on to our naiads and our subimagos. And while it’s possible we put too much of a focus on sexual liberation — on the swarm and the water and eroding the myth of ovipositor envy — by the end of the day there was a platform we could agree upon, a model of social responsibility and communitarian planning we could use to hew from this hidebound world lives of dignity and freedom, and we had lived and fucked and beaten our wings against the sky in glory, you know?

MAYFLY III: Well as soon as we became adults we split into groups…

an actual chat log from years ago I just found in my tumblr drafts

  • me: HEY
  • ARE YOU THERE
  • CAN YOU HEAR YOUR COMPUTER GO DINK DINK DINK
  • I AM YELLING FOR YOU
  • CALLING OUT THROUGH THE ETHERNET OF THE NIGHT
  • RUNNING DOWN A LONELY ROAD
  • WITH MY FACE TO THE FUTURE AND A FIST IN THE AIR
  • I CAN SHATTER THE MELTING SKY
  • I HEAR YOUR SILENT SCREAM IN MY FINGERTIPS
  • ECHOING THE EMPTY STREETS
  • I WAS A SMALL-TOWN BOY WITH A GASOLINE HEART
  • AND YOU LOOKED LIKE A MATCH TO ME
  • I'M CALLING OUT THROUGH THE CITY RAIN
  • ALL RIGHT
  • AND YOU AND ME AND THE BOYS DOWN BY THE DOCKS ALL KNOW
  • NOTHING'S GONNA STOP US
  • I HEAR THAT WHEEL IN THE SKY TURNING
  • SHOUT IT OUT
  • IN THE HEART OF THE CITY
  • A YOUNG GIRL PLANTS HER FEET AND SCREAMS
  • LIVING FOR TONIGHT
  • SHE'S GOT A POCKET FULL OF FIRE
  • THERE'S A MIDNIGHT TRAIN ON THE PLATFORM
  • AND YOU KNOW MY HEART'S ON BOARD
  • BUT MY FEET KEEP HITTING THE SIDEWALK SEARCHING FOR YOU, GIRL
  • WE CAN WALK OUR SEPARATE WAYS
  • BUT THESE STREETLIGHTS ALL SCREAM OUT LOUD
  • THAT I'M YEARNING
  • YEARNING FOR THE TOUCH
  • THE FEEL
  • OF COTTON
  • LIGHT THE CITY ON FIRE
  • WE'LL RUN FREE TONIGHT
  • PERHAPS LIKE SOME VARIETY OF PANTHER
  • WITH THE JUNGLE EYES
  • IS THERE A HUNGER INSIDE YOU, GIRL?
  • SO DEEP WITHIN
  • me: oh wait, shit, you're at the bar right now, aren't you