new site, of sorts...
http://www.33RaM.org
Sometimes, when we move to certain more expensive cities, and we're more broke than we've yet been and we're eating less and walking more and maybe we start smoking again---two or three times a day only, because we convince ourselves that it's calming and somehow our thinning bodies let this and a coffee stand in for breakfast---and our clothes seem to be getting bigger and who knows how but our waists go smaller than they've been since fifteen years old and, of course, common sense and oversized pants say we'll need some new clothes but, alas, back to that one same problem: we're broke. So we cobble together new outfits from roommates' hand-me-downs and our old v-necked sweaters and thank god for safety-pins and duct tape and it's barely clothing, much less fashion, but it functions and that's important. Change is death and taxes, change is unavoidable---we must work with it as best as we can.
33RaM.org has been updated. It is cobbled together. It is all safety-pins and duct tape and hand-rolled cigarettes for breakfast. The inches upon inches of adolescent growth have been hurriedly stapled to the ends of pre-pubescent legs, b/c time was running out, was moving on. (Time threatening brusquely, claim this height now or I keep it from you forever.) I invite you to look past the duct tape and the pins, and this is what I look like now. (33RaM.org)
Sometimes, when we move to certain more expensive cities, and we're more broke than we've yet been and we're eating less and walking more and maybe we start smoking again---two or three times a day only, because we convince ourselves that it's calming and somehow our thinning bodies let this and a coffee stand in for breakfast---and our clothes seem to be getting bigger and who knows how but our waists go smaller than they've been since fifteen years old and, of course, common sense and oversized pants say we'll need some new clothes but, alas, back to that one same problem: we're broke. So we cobble together new outfits from roommates' hand-me-downs and our old v-necked sweaters and thank god for safety-pins and duct tape and it's barely clothing, much less fashion, but it functions and that's important. Change is death and taxes, change is unavoidable---we must work with it as best as we can.
33RaM.org has been updated. It is cobbled together. It is all safety-pins and duct tape and hand-rolled cigarettes for breakfast. The inches upon inches of adolescent growth have been hurriedly stapled to the ends of pre-pubescent legs, b/c time was running out, was moving on. (Time threatening brusquely, claim this height now or I keep it from you forever.) I invite you to look past the duct tape and the pins, and this is what I look like now. (33RaM.org)
