It's Been Awhile

The Vortex Where My Heart Should Be

A victim of her own neurotic and obsessional symptoms.

The highest quality uterine vellum was made from the skins of aborted calves.

Sometimes, I get sick of process. 

An illustration of a transitional state, quite possibly a Bardo.

A World of Fun with Reptile Brains

1. Migraines

2. Impotence

And then I found my secret language was not secret anymore. 

Sexting in the Limitless Metropolis.

Synechdoche

Postcards from Camp Cuckoo

Katie escapes Camp Cuckoo.

Fragments of Nothing. 

We now live in the Paradise of Laws.

Not Suitable for Microwave

The Weeping Plastic Surgery Disaster. The Tears of the Monster. 

The Mudra of the Texting. 

In Caves, All Socks are Grey.

We Live in the Paradise of Guns.

December 19, 2012

Between the Self and the Self. Thank you, Alighiero Boetti.

The Palimpsest of the Weeping Monster

Has Viagra let you down? 

The Weeping Monster.

"Ejecting consciousness into the sky." I actually heard someone say that.

Part Two of the Day I Forgot My Glasses.

The Subterranean Library, according to Google Maps and Google Translator

"If I had not bent the fabric. If time had not stood still." 

                                                         -David Bowie

"It is nearly impossible to make people understand each other."

                                                                        - Maria Martins

Pronounced Frontal Bones

The Arm of the Homunculus

Garbed in martyr crimson, he received the text.