Thursday, March 26, 2015
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Wednesday, March 25, 2015
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Monday, March 23, 2015
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Sunday, March 22, 2015
Gary works at a paper distributing firm. He has chronic boredom.
Chumpkin just wants to be loved. He's very happy, but only if you come a little closer so he can give you a hug.
Tweezer is a professional cheerleader who is addicted to plastic surgery.
This is how we all feel inside.
And this weird lady.
Posted by Lydia Donato at 2:16 PM
Friday, March 20, 2015
Thursday, March 19, 2015
e confused thought chameleon is confused also. No Elliot did not paint this, although this is the work of the architect.
The confused thought chameleon is fabulous. It is a complete accident, although it brings much joy to my heart. Jaykawb the chameleon, you are fabulous, may peace reign in your soul.
Posted by Lydia Donato at 8:17 PM
Tuesday, March 17, 2015
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Monday, March 16, 2015
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Friday, March 13, 2015
We turn onto Colfax. There are cars parked in the outmost lane of the street, blocking oncoming traffic. There are lines of people coming out of the door of a pot shop, waiting their turn to get their portion of this drug. We drive further on down the street, reaching the small stretch containing a strip club and many, many, gross, sketchy motels. Groups of people stand in the center of the parking lots, talking, men in dark clothes and one woman to each clump. I sigh. It's five o'clock on a friday, time for the stereotypical side of Colfax to shine.
Posted by Lydia Donato at 8:33 PM
Thursday, March 12, 2015
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Wednesday, March 11, 2015
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Monday, March 9, 2015
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Sunday, March 8, 2015
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Friday, March 6, 2015
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Thursday, March 5, 2015
I was swimming in a pool, sitting on a large inflatable whale, when it started to tip over. It was slow at first, and then fast as my weight flipped it over. I fell into the water, sinking down as the whale bobbed away on the surface of the pool two feet above me. I continued to sink, scared. I couldn't breathe, andI was sinking towards the bottom of the pool. I could still see the light and patterns on the surface of the pool. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see my mom swimming down towards me, and she scooped me up to the surface in no time, crying.
I'm still not scared of water. I really don't know why.
Posted by Lydia Donato at 4:29 PM
Wednesday, March 4, 2015
I begin to cut lengths to fit into the channels I have sewn into the back panels. I am halfway through the boning process, when I get distracted and the scissors snip through the skin in between my middle and ring fingers on my left hand.
Posted by Lydia Donato at 9:34 AM
Monday, March 2, 2015
All of a sudden it is dark, full night, without ever having a dusk to make it dark. Outside the window of the happy little cottage there is a dog, standing, grey and shaggy, almost cartoonish in it's appearance. There is no fear in the dog, but around the dog, and I sweat, terrified. I run around the inside of the house, opening all the windows, closing them again when I see it. I am aware that I am dreaming, but I cannot get out, I cannot wake up.
And then Moritz is licking my arm, long slow licks, hot and sticky, as if someone is pulling a magnetically attracted piece of lukewarm ham along my arm. I shudder and wake up.
Posted by Lydia Donato at 8:21 AM
Sunday, March 1, 2015
I have been watching glee for hours. I am huddled under a blanket, crying a little bit over a dispute between Kurt and Blaine. I feel like a bum, but I'm also having a great time. My emotional disputes with the television are lengthy. I keep watching until it's half past midnight, and I have three more episodes until the end. With trepidation, I go to bed and wake up, snuggling a hairy mammal whose name is Moritz. I get up, and watch more glee. I finish the season, and turn to live tv. The Television is turned to PBS, and Don Matteo is on. Don Matteo is an Italian soap opera. It's hilarious, and I watch on, unashamed.
Posted by Lydia Donato at 3:25 PM