Keyboard cat

Keyboard cat

My little murderer

My little murderer

4 H Goat Showmanship

This is where fiction writing has led me today.

Getting aggressively serenaded in the car yesterday.

Getting aggressively serenaded in the car yesterday.

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A devilish morning to you

A devilish morning to you

"A South Beach-inspired gathering place. Bike lanes and kayak tours. Free outdoor yoga classes. Alfresco dancing and dining.

Ready for this one? It’s all in Buffalo.”

I find that kind of lead-in—the only one national journalists seem to use—so insulting. How many of these stupid articles are going to be written about Buffalo? There have been like half a dozen “oh hey this shitty place is kinda less shitty” articles in the past year, written by people who know jackshit about the city and, in fact, have a preexisting disdain for it.

What I’d much prefer to read is a piece about Buffalo’s progress/the current state of Buffalo written by a local who wouldn’t have that dismissive urge to include a fucking boring, hackneyed line about cold winters. It means absolutely nothing to me to hear some snobby freelance journalist remark that “signs of a new Buffalo became obvious in no time”— this motherfucker who is all skeptical of whether or not chicken wings were actually invented in Buffalo (“the spicy bar food the city loves to claim”) and seems to enjoy her time at Buffalo best when she forgets where she is (last lines).

Fuck this kind of article #1 and #2—who is really benefiting from these improvements? I’m glad for Buffalo that they got a billion from the state (desperately needed), but are these attractions (kayaking, waterfront stuff) going to affect the thousands of people who live in poverty in the city? Cool that middle class people are happy and have outdoor yoga, but what about the massive areas of urban decay, of violence and crime and generational hardship/living below the poverty line?

SOMEONE FROM BUFFALO WRITE AN ARTICLE ABOUT BUFFALO THAT WON’T INFURIATE ME/WILL ACTUALLY BE INFORMATIVE. THANK YOU.

Possibly an OD number of books to carry at one time.

Possibly an OD number of books to carry at one time.

egtedrowe:

This summer I’ve had a little babysitting time early each morning, so I can hit the cafe near our place and write for an hour or so. I’m drafting a new novel, so I’m in that place of dreaming, playing, messing around. It’s my favorite stage.

I’ve been thinking about how it feels when I’ve…

Really relate to this.

Head on the desk day. Depression standing behind me air humping my neck, drawing dicks on my face.

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if i facially resemble any other human being, it’s Sherilyn Fenn in Twin Peaks

That’s not me being arrogant.  I find her a bit weird looking tbh.

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five.nine

i have nothing
to write
about
anymore

because i no
longer
love

oh, i do yes
of course, i do
love quickens
it always does

but it’s a thing
that happens as
i look

at your face
half-
covered by the ugly
green blanket

something that makes
me reach for you, but
chastely

I am not a good investment

you remind me of this casually,
dropping it like a feather
you expect me to watch float
between us—a miracle,

something benevolent you’re
bestowing on me—wisdom—
or maybe it’s the money you
think I’ll be grateful for, well

bitch, you can keep it—
and you can keep your cocaine,
your pants like baggy pajamas,
your hunched shoulders and your

love you goodbyes—I know
you too have your outside interests
(8 balls in the bookshelf)
but no one tries to

punish you for them, no one slips
an AA booklet into your purse,
smells too closely at your lips
but I reek of my own words and what

I’d like to do with them
so you palm your waist and shake
your head—nothing openended—and
suggest another city, a cheaper life

cheer

My dad called to inform me that he’s sending me an article about the rise of murder in the north Bronx.

“But, I added some jokes in there to lighten things up.”