shit and shit
“I alter material by organizing it unchanged. Each work is an organized area of unchanged elements. Neither successive or additive, there is no result or sum.” (Peter Roehr, 1964)“I feel identical with what I do. In the ‘montages’ I realize, in an unrestricted manner, everything that is important to me. I believe, I am free.” (Peter Roehr, 1965)

uninvited
and then someone mentioned a bachelor party and i heard myself say 'strippers'?. then people chattering and pretty sure not positive, no chattering addressing my unabashed fascination with strippers. and also my keen investigatory skillz-sleek like a cat-were not catching on because when she finally handed me the piece of paper with the address on it which had no bearing to the result i sought: answers. strippers.i asked again 'bachelor party?' (again?). 'strippers'? my keen investigatory cat-sleek skillz kick in. oh. i am stupid. also these people seem to be missing the point entirely. maybe it was the other way around. it doesn't matter because what matters here

this one's for you matty
So, this is the beginning (the middle and the end. in one precise moment lasting forever//or. the day i fucked my boyfriend. again. by Lily Scarborough Heehssmoking, in a bed which does not belong to you, in a parlour in a third floor apartment, in a house that is not yours, you crush the rollie into the .99 cents salvation army ashtray and on this morning that does not belong to you, or anyone, because it is 2:27 PM, April 19, 2009 and soon to be late afternoon in the bed that is not yours, you wait for the stirring sounds in the kitchen to turn into creaking footsteps on red-tuned hardwood that forwa

my new boyfriend
dear so and so,How's life?I am doing well, just transitioning back to life in the city. Found myself (somehow, miraculously) an amazing loving boyfriend who grew up in my neighborhood within less than a month of moving home; literally just sat down at a little restaurant/bar in Park Slope where I was commiserating about (you guessed it!) boys! with Annie. There was no picking up involved whatsoever. Neither of us played any games and within two weeks he was holding my hand as we walked through Prospect Park on a sunny, late summer day. While I took in the sun rays and hand holding which I don't think has happened since I was three (or those times when my Dad forgets