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In which we discuss the difficulty of speaking out loud, like, where people can HEAR YOU. (read more)

A friend has recently sent me her old SLR camera, making me remember the love of photography that I had in art school. (read more)

Oh, hush. The torso is made of...well, not person.

Cannibalism and the Open Heart

Open hearts are said to be good things, but even 7/11 has locks on the doors. A heart that never closes can be taken down by any old crackhead that wants to waltz in and rob the place. (read more)


Shape of a Heart

I’ve always pictured my heart as a sort of Jello-like mass, thumping away in its own rhythm. Of COURSE the thing powering my blood is a dessert item.
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