Tess Petronio – “BENSPURPOSE”
Curtis Croll – “Take it easy”
Shane Downey – “Do spiders get excited ?”
Lew Zatonski – “LAWS OF PERSPECTIVE”
Maceo Nightingale – “JELLYFISH NIGHT TIDE”
Morning lingered on like
expired coffee in a bowl of cereal.
I have no enemies
because I see the light in everybody.
A cup of orange juice
sat on the table
and a raspberry garden grew in
the backyard.
Sprinklers splashed through dog door
A baby crawled on the piano
And stretched its legs
On
The
Black
And
White
Keys.
The mind is stronger than one can think.
Beeping trucks drove past the graveyard
Red stop signs melted in butter
And flashing streetlights dipped in gold.
The train engine roared through the window
And an ear stuffed between two slices of bread.
Marc Grossman – “Jolly Chan”
Maresz Miciula – “More Jobs”
More Joy! Says Marc Jacobs campaign over and over again. Their merch, I think they even have an
Instagram account for that. I always thought their campaigns were genius but with a slight anxiety. Like
they exhaust the machine so hard. They take a star, shake it until its battery is gone, throw it to the stack of
used stars and move onto catching another ones. It’s an enormous machine, a cabin with chains and food
delivery service, with interns, managers, important executives and everybody wants to be the boss. But to be
the boss, you gotta have an idea of what to do. It’s not just sitting at the bar smoking —
“I work at Bluemarine!”
With huge power comes great responsibility, so not everyone actually becomes a boss. It must be hard and
you must feel trapped sometimes, like you can’t spend a day watching a movie about grandpas fucking
trash bins (shout out to Harmony Korine).
AI is taking over the jobs that can be took over by machines. Yay. AI, make a crashcourse of a three year
Sociology degree, then test me and print out a diploma. Everything is a time machine. Not the one
of transportation, but the one where:
L + T * C = MS
Life, Time multiplied by Concentration equals Machine Supply
I am still shocked that people are shocked by honesty. Wow, can you really admit anxiety? Then, the same
people are telling me they’re writers. OK.. I’m curious to read it.
There’s an infinity of matrixes to break through just to end up in another one. Or not, if you’re lucky. For
example, there’s this one of a Majestic writer:
My darling
Your lips
On my lips
Penetrate
And pull
My soul
Upwards
O’ how lonely (pinch of tragedy)
It gets
In this blue
Room
Full of Feathers
She is gone now (even bigger tragedy, in third person)
Perhaps she’s never been
Where? (surprise)
And roaches
Eat her bones
Until she floats
Above the Earth,
A frozen lake of her imagination (abstract)
I am no expert, in fact I am an uneducated lazy who’s arrogant and thinks she knows better. I’m just
mimicking some people I know.
This had to be about joy and excitement. Why? Are you depressed, Authors? Do you want me to bring
sunshine and encourage people to stare into it? I just payed $120 for a website. Now I need a beer. Life
Ain’t easy. Easy is suspicious.
More Jobs Marc Jacobs! I hope you pay your interns.
Pilot Lee
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