Pump

The shit I could’ve accomplished in life if I had been given the least bit of confidence in what I was doing early on. It’s not the dance, it’s not the singing, it’s not the performance, it’s the proving that you can and will rise above the baseline and move into the spectacle that will […]

Telemediated

All my friendships are telemediated, because talking in person isn’t so great. The whole thing’s unrewarding. Everybody else’s voice is more important. Only time I can speak truth is on the bathroom walls. But that’s just a bullhorn with a remote mic. No recourse, no defense, but no audience feedback. Just scribbles on paint. Kilroy […]

Quadrennial Grotesque

The 30’s is when the dysmorphia sets in. First you’re thinking “damn, I look great”, and then you turn 40 and what you see in recent pictures doesn’t agree with your ancient self-image of fitness. Motion sickness hits in the mid section. You’ve become plagued with the grotesque and never noticed, though you always suspected. […]