Colour Revolt | February 2012 | Portland, OR.
Shut Your Animal Mouth | May 2013 | Portland, OR.
When the supplies for the holiday office party mysteriously disappeared—including all the gifts—a hundred fingers suddenly shot out from instantly angry red fists, and they were directed at any and all who were present. The shouting rose in volume, as did the airing of completely unnecessary company secrets. It was a disaster! This tangled web of accusation led to a sharp uproar of argument as if a sudden tornado had sprung up, descending into the catastrophic wealth of confabulation and deceit that all disorganized group arguments will too fastly become. I left the main room in a hurry, finding a relatively quiet spot for myself by the silent elevators. Breathing deeply, an attempt to calm my nerves. Completely taken aback at what Millia had shouted toward me in the heat of the moment, didn’t I, in fact, begin to think that it was her responsible for the party supply and gift theft all along? Only because she’d accused me first, but still—did I not want to strike back just as they all were doing? That would put me in the same rotten, selfish place as them. How ashamed I felt for my own present behavior. I’ve never liked this division of the company. And I knew then that I should put in for a transfer … maybe even key some of their cars tonight before I had a chance to think twice about it later.
The daughter’s hand in marriage | the daughter’s stomach lining | the daughter’s dream.
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The casket was filled with black water.
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When the saint descended from the stairwell.
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Sedated animal.
Further from a reasonable destination. Away from a decent place to call home.
When you fell from the balcony I fell from my seat. I heard your body landing in the chairs below just as I crashed to the floor a mere few inches from the row, the drops simultaneous but separated by myriad qualities. Cacophony bellowed about the theater house as my mind cracked into one thousand pieces; two seconds ago we were a breath apart and now our spheres are separated by entire dimensions.