Stranger in my Brain

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she came back in  with a tale to tell  tooting a newly lunar tune

hi i’m in love with the sweetest gd goddess on the lands

three year old angel: please or abracadabra

falling in love is like being given this super strong flashlight / & the weight of it feels so right in your hand / & you turn it on & are able to see the darkest places inside yourself / for seemingly the first time / & it makes you go “oh shit i really gotta spruce up the basement of me”/ & you either do that scary-ass work / or you panic & press the off button / & throw it in the cobwebby corner / with the other ones / & i’m not sorry that this is what alive feels like / a throb not too dissimilar to the first days / after getting a tattoo / a constant reminder that you’re thinking about forever / & have very recently done something reckless about it / like kissed the ice of your coffee-cold mouth / under the smoldering tip of a lit marlboro red sun / there is a clavicle in your tangerine flowerbed / & upon its ridge is where i’d build a temple / to happily live the rest of my days at worship / or gazed upon you small & unfolded in the paper doilies of morning light / mummified in my sheet / a grandmother’s ghost floating above her old bed / like felt your heartbeats pulse in my temples / the sound of faint footsteps down the hall / cherubs rejoicing in their escape / or been reminded by the crack of your bones / of afternoons spent skipping flat rocks on a calm lake / there is simply no better love than this heaven inside me / when i get to share it with you because 1885 , Chuck Young , First motorcycle

Donald Trump Didn’t Want to Be President One year ago: the plan to lose, and the administration’s shocked first days. By Michael Wolff  if losing was going to be the best thing to happen to him i really hope winning becomes the worst 

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Breathtakingly original. (Picture book. 4-11)

oh ok

me talkin shit

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so cute so cool

so here's the deal buttheads, at a particularly gassy period in the past i comforted myself by saying that i was just a person-balloon filled up with god farts & sometimes i just gotta let some of those out so that the world can have a little more god & i could be just a little more me & because parenting is like 85% improv that must've informed how i talked to my daughter a couple months later when her hermit crab died because i told her that we're all just filled up with energy & we toot it out a little here & there & crabby patty has simply tooted all of her air out & guess what that air will always float around & she'll smell those beefs from time to time & know that she's being visited by her friend & i thought that was kinda beautiful & i thought "science" & then at some point later i must've come across "you want a physicist to speak at your funeral" & i thought maybe kids could benefit from a book about death that is also kind of about quantum fart mechanics & then even later i thought about how in any interpersonal relationship or whatever i am me & i bring an accumulation of energy & thoughts and what have you & you are you & you bring an accumulation of experiences & feelings & what not & that us is just the literal space in between like the friggin particles of all that we bring & what does it mean if you feel like that space is holy & you don't want it to go away & eventually these ideas over five years or whatever coalesced & i wrote it as a story & then after an artist disappeared into the woods i was able to get one of my favorite artists to draw the most beautiful pictures of it & the most thoughtful press ended up having our backs & long story short you can buy the thing today because it's out cool

here’s me talking about my book on kmsu’s weekly reader thank