I know so many people with cats, and only a handful actually went to a shelter to pick one out. Everyone else has a story that goes something like, "Yeah... he just showed up one day and never left."
lead tampon in me while i eat my listeria meat & cyclospora riddle veggies and wash it all down with microplastic water. afterwards, i inhale wildfire smoke and listen to the serene sounds of the data center built across the street. there’s a flock cam too recording it all
I don’t want to "download the app" to pay for parking. I don’t want to "create an account" to see a menu. I don’t want to "provide feedback" on a 30-second interaction. I just want to exist in the physical world without a digital leash.
calling my lover "mine" but not in the way that my toothbrush or notebook are mine, mine in the way my neighborhood is mine, and also everybody else's, "mine" like mine to tend to, mine to care for, mine to love. "mine" not like possession but devotion.
Did I eat? He fed me. Did I need a drink? He got me one. I want new bedding. He got it for me. New work shoes? He got them for me. No flowers in my house? Sike I usually have 2. He is my MAN and the biggest MAN.
No pretendo exagerar pero el arte va a salvar tu vida. la música, la pintura, la cerámica, la escritura, el tallado, el tejido… el acto de CREAR te va a salvar.