Angel gets a shout out in this hilarious ensemble. “YO, Fuck. Why won’t you let me give you.”
Jon Sands and Adam Falkner. I wish I could hire them to follow me everywhere and set off the swoon alarms. All the smile hydrants would just burst into streets.
“The first time your heart was torn from your chest,
You thought you were dying.
You knew you could not live with the empty space.
So you replaced your heart with metaphors
And set out to create a world
where the metaphor was unbreakable.”
Mindy Nettifee, The First Time
(I have this written on the wall in my studio. Read the whole poem on her website. Get her book from Write Bloody. SN: One time Mindy and I got pulled over and I thought I would go to jail (for various reasons I will not go in to) but I told the cop that I was trying to show my friend from LA, Wayne Coyne’s house and he just gave us directions and sent us on our way. We made it to the taco truck and it was a swell night. Nettifee means good fairy in Swedish.)
I get this poem out about once a month. “How it casts the previous three days in a radical new light…why I struggled not to cry when that text message took that tone with me”
Randy Mora
This is cellular, baby.
(via bookspaperscissors)
“It’s not the thing you fling, it’s the fling itself.” I love this show.
