surreal_sketches epitome of incomprehensibility Singing in the hemodialysis ward, I timed my thoughts to skim over spiraling blood. To be scared would also be selfish. On Friday the 13th, a full moon. On Sunday the 15th, the conjunction of new strawberries, leftover checkerberries, and a few fiddleheads: edible cottage turf. Plant_library. Lady slippers pink and white flexed uncomfortable bladders. Unsympathetic narrators turn into different people, and I can't catch up. 140616 ... e_o_i To be scarred would also be selfish, or would it? To be scintillating would be insulating. 140616 ... e_o_i Haven't done these in a while, but I have a few languorously languishing in notebooks. 210320 ... e_o_i I'm starting to list my blather_red ones: half_asleep_thoughts, necessarily eater_of_books, because books are food sometimes barbaric_amounts, for barbaric amounts of turmeric the_blame_game, not for residual bitterness against the Austrian grad student who had the temerity not to love me back - and, unrelatedly, told me that “und so weiter” sounded dismissive in the context I put it in (“How are you doing, and so on, et cetera, und so weiter?”) It’s okay, past self! The self-hating bisexuals don’t need to get together. Maybe he was straight all along. And maybe neither of us hated ourselves. Anyway, I mostly include it for the sentence “In the meantime, Canadian author Trevor Ferguson declares eternal war against semicolons.” (Sort of! I took a class with him. He didn’t like semicolons.) the_catachresis_seller, my first fully-dedicated-to-surreality surreal sketch here, in play form. “Heteronormative synecdoche” becomes a catchphrase, because really, why wouldn’t it? a_code_of_conduct, in list form. I remember I wrote the rough copy in the car on the way to a store. I read part of it to my mother, laughing, and she was perplexed. 210723 ... e_o_i victory_sauce 231120 what's it to you? who go blather from