Vic posted about these awhile ago, but I came across them again this evening and they appeared especially magical. What a lovely project by some Russian designers, called Your Personal Moon. more here.I love this poem by Kendra Grant Malone. And not only because the smell of christmas gets a mention.
I wish this place would hire me, but they, like everywhere else in Los Angeles, it seems, are not hiring. bleurg.
Fuck yes I just paid $13 for Sam Pink's book, "I am going to clone myself then kill the clone and eat it." He sent me his last chapbook, "Yum Yum I can't wait to die" for free, which I fucking loved and read like 3 times and keep on my nightstand so in case I need to laugh before bed/in the middle of the night/immediately upon waking, I have it at my beck and fucking call. I will have one less bottle of wine and approximately 2 less delicious things to eat/drink this week because of the unexpected cost of this book, but that is okay, because Sam Pink's words are that worth it.
Also, I am 73% certain I am getting an earache.
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thank you sweetpea
i wished to work at skylight, too. zines everywhere and awesome lesbian girl hangout. sigh. maybe in ny!
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