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Apples and milk
mess up my sleeve
flick of the wrist
confetti and corned beef hash
everywhere.
Tabletops are rolling in curry.
Deep fried cream puffs.
Is being real
at the cost of coast to coast travel?
Can you trust me
to try?
Acidic strawberries are eroding at the corners of a ghost.
Too much
too soon.
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the orange cats are the worst.
they do it even when you are looking.
remember the good old days when
you would throw a quarter in a mechanical
horse to take a magical journey? well,
here’s the deal—this chick at work
i’m seein, she’s fuckin crazy, wants me to
fuck her. slammin body, otherwise
looks like the joker.
today you looked in the mirror
and saw your father. penguins
rushed into the moment.
alpacas came from out of fucking
nowhere. and neither
did these cobwebs cling on
to anything significant.
today you looked in the mirror and saw your mother.
you got a delivery in your café. it was not a trap.
it was a super stove. it cooks food
with a single click, but once the clock strikes 12 all the white horses
turn to rats, the carriage turns into a pumpkin, and the chick
turns back into a dude.
Filed under: Fragments
me llamo Angel G. yo tengo 5 años.
today i have 4 stickers in my red sticker
book. it is my own book, teacher
helped me make it.
in my book there are 4 stickers, but everyone else
has 5.
today i was a bad boy and i didn’t pee straight into the
toilet. teacher said if i am good tomorrow and i don’t pee wrong
teacher said she will give me a sticker.
but even i know that means
tomorrow i when get 5, and Juan has 6.
today i was smart i ate a banana at lunch and it had a blue sticker
on it. today i ate a banana at lunch and i take the sticker from it
and put it in my
red sticker book.
today i have 5 stickers in my red sticker
book, it is my own book and tomorrow i get 6.
me llamo Angel G. yo tengo 5 stickers.
Filed under: Poetry
having nothing to say to each other
i look right
the man in the gray looks left.
when we walk together we keep our elbows from touching.
i am luring a map
from below my feet.
the sidewalk is an animal
and under every two steps a small fold of skin.
the street narrows into floss,
the man in gray breathes in and out in a nose filled with applesauce,
i sit between two girls, two breasts, two legs of ham, shiny black hair
flipping through the wind like a magazine.
across the street, the glass and concrete building is making love to a bear.
it’s giving me a headache but i am trying to stay as objective as possible.
in the windowed surface, the color blue is reflected 22 times, the color green, 15 times,
and the virtue of white, multiplied into infinity.
from far away, i see the bus i just missed. “you are still mine,” i say into the vanishing
point. “i will pluck you from the asphalt, suspend you
in my air, and admire your tiny, tiny steel bones. then,
i will store you in my backpack. in the biggest pocket. and you will never be found again.
Filed under: Journal
I just finished my midterm portfolio thing in one go after making some baked pasta.
SWEET VICTORY.
Anyway. Further accomplishments of the week include saving my roommate’s ass:
My roommate is in need of my photo manipulation for her 6-year-old nephew, Jake.
So my poor roommate forgot that her nephew had sent in a school project for her to do, which was to take this flat, paper “Flat-Jake” around and take pictures of it in interesting places in SoCal, just like “that movie” (Up in the Air), which was referencing “that other movie” (Amelie). Except just like “that movie” (Up in the Air), my roommate forgot to take these pictures, and Jake’s been asking mom if these photos got lost in the mail…
In an effort to produce and maintain an even awesomer and impossible fantasy where we had not only remembered to do this, but went to every theme park possible in California, both zoos in San Diego, SunGod, and Coachella, we photoshopped and created a story-album in one evening. Unethical? I don’t know, but either one 1st grader is going to have the most EPIC show-and-tell in the coming weekdays, or he’s smart enough to figure out the lighting on Flat-Jake isn’t quite congruent with the background.
Hell, my mother lied to me all the time and I turned out fine.
Filed under: Images
St. Michaels Restoration, Arizona
acrylic gesso & ink on found postcard
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"...There's a Chinese family in our bathroom."
Besides it’s silly structure, which I thoroughly enjoyed, I have a lot of problems with this movie. One scene in particular took me out of the fantasy especially, reminded me that as an Asian person, I am not allowed to be in a movie unless I am something to laugh at and someone who brings my entire family to IKEA like it’s a theme park.
Damn you white kids. Get out of our bedroom.
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1986 Southwest Airlines Boeing 737-300 aircraft traveling 500 miles per hour
acrylic gesso & ink on found postcard
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This position is really awkward but I am too lazy to move myself.
I am fantasizing about being a male protagonist. I am holding weapons in both my hands that I don’t even know the names of. So far, it is awesome. I am battling an aggressive alien race. They are closing in. But I have fantasized about being an object of desire for so long I don’t even know what I should be doing next.
Bryce and I are taking beginning Lindy Hop lessons. Following is definitely my kind of thing. I learn some basic steps, tense and shape my arms like a barbie and I get twirled around.
Sometimes I dream and in the dream I become other people that I am watching in the dream. I am never holding weapons, kicking ass, or throwing my dance partners around with awesome moves like I do in daydreams. In dreams I am almost always a woman, and I am always worried about the way I look, hyper-aware of my body space as if I am taking too much space like a giant Alice, or as if I am nude or my pants disappear, or somehow as if my hair is a thousand feet high, or in the worst cases of these, as if I am not even noticed at all.
In my dreams I find infants and children. But most of the time they disintegrate.
When I meet someone I begin to love in a dream, I am watching him watch me.
