We treated our bodies the way high school photography students treat photographic paper. We overexposed some parts and underexposed others and then we left them out before they had completely dried so they stuck together.
Any minute now Mr. Fell, arms mottled pink and hairless to the elbow from hand-dipping archive prints in vats of corrosive [...]
I don’t remember the children’s sobs of suffering and anguish being this intense last year. Perhaps this year’s surrogate Santa is creepier than last year’s? Perhaps the children are gradually cluing in to the fact that their parents are placing them in dire peril for a few moments’ amusement and a $10 five-by-eight?
It’s a real [...]
Dear Internet,
These are crazy times.
Last July some friends came to visit us for the weekend at Sherry’s parents’ sweetcorn/tax-evasion/polygamy compound in the sparsely populated flatlands outside of town. There were pink drinks and brown drinks and salty snacks and computer generated tennis matches all over the place. Tudor took a picture of me at the [...]
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Posted 19 August 2007
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