"Don't You Know Who I Am?"

MY NAME IS PEACHES, MOTHERFUCKER!

What? I've Been Known To Get On A Soap Box When My Butt Is Hungry...

Porn models do not deserve to be treated as though they are inadequate adult children, and in the real, messy world we all have to survive, they have enough people and forces pushing them around -- making decisions for them, and undermining their liberties. The more empowerment and encouragement in their autonomy they can get from the rest of us, the better -- and I'm not even a pornography viewer, m'kay?

Swarm

As the sun sets and the sky darkens, I cannot but reflect that this at first seemingly mundane day has nevertheless been one of signs. Upon arriving home I was swarmed by beautiful wasps every time I went outside. Scores of them. They followed me no matter where I went, drowsily, and as curious as ladies in waiting (I was keenly aware of their presence at every moment, of course -- echoes of that old childhood phobia, and that somatic memory of the pain induced by a sting...) Something is on its way -- isn't it? -- something new for all of us that we'll need all of what we have come from to meet... I suppose at least a few of us know we'll have no excuses should circumstances apparently demand them of us...

ATTN: Dorks, Losers, Malcontents, Ne'er-do-wells, Burnouts, Killers, Assholes, Et Alia...

FYI this handy, go-to book can be found in virtually every California public library (at the very least, in the reference section, meaning you have to use it there.)

My best to the quiet ones -- salaam.

MAKE AMERICA DO IT AGAIN!

* WHO * DARKO *

2016

Mr. Matt Lucas's Worst Nightmare

Somewhere above the Atlantic, on Virgin Flight 69...

MR. LUCAS: "Pardon me -- stewardess? I say, stewardess!"
FLIGHT ATTENDANT: "What can I do for you, Mr. Lucas?"
MATT LUCAS [licks lips nervously]: "May I please order the Mile High Club and a Diet Coke?"
FLIGHT ATTENDANT [chuckles cruelly]: "Sure, but I should warn you: the turkey's a little dry..."

Angels

Nothing clever to write.  Still alive, and still listening.  The sorrow is a bottomless well, and the drugs aren't exactly perfect...