Frogs

I'm currently writing about frogs. I'm getting lots of good submissions for My Name is Mud. Thom Yorke was wearing a big yellow Puffa coat the other day.

Go and read Terry Deek's story The Chainsaw Battles at MNIM. Read about Cock Out and his favourite chainsaw Grim Reaper II.

Just Ordered Sheila Heti Middle Stories and Tender Buttons, Gertrude Stein.

Listening: Rickets and Scurvy by David Grubbs (fat Cat Records)

Wasted Around a Bit

I have pretty much successfully disappeared
Sitting here, stuffing my face with Rocky Mountain Oysters
Watching a guy in a bunny suit playing a green drum set
Somehow I’ve got all the magic wrong,
I don’t know what my house is, the air is very changed
There’s a giant squid stuffed in to my suitcase
The air is changed, it sparkles and I just want to be a pirate
I am disappearing, watching the birds outside of me
The magic is wrong when my face is full of Rocky Mountain Oysters
What is a house anyway?
And how is this day gliding along?

Yoda

I was just sucking Yoda's green hairy toes when I really should've been doing something else

East Central Indiana

I read East Central Indiana by Daniel Bailey. It blew my mind, it felt like 'art', it felt new, it was a new kind of experience both joyful and sorrowful. It should be published as a book. It's the kind of thing I'll go back and read again.

Raincloud

I can touch a raincloud
The rainclouds live at the top of the mountain
All the clouds are pissed off with me
Mumbling like cucumbers
Or Italian bees
Talking flowers with squidgy faces
A bee playing a guitar
Swimming through the air
Ashamed in the slow hours
A paper cloud passing
A super severe light