Clothes hangers, by Veronika Paluchova
Bats in your belfry
… Which is what you now call your closet.
When you can’t find your black pants because of your black carpet
[image: a young Mexican person with shaved hair, lips piercings, and stretched ears. they sit on a curb with a cigarette in their hand, wearing a velvet blazer, with a vest, tie and white button up, as well as jeans, knee-high boots and leather gloves.]
This lovely person is named Danny, and their picture comes from an article on Vice about Mexican goths in LA. It’s a bit old (4 years), but I thought it was a nice little thing to share on here!
“Give me Kit Kats, ladies, I’m Peter Murphy,” the angular, blue-eyed brunet said, gazing seductively over the portable stage light he held immediately under his chin.
"No, Peter Murphy," said the librarian sternly, "not until you can prove you are able to locate at least one item on our shelves about a current social controversy."
*remembers i’m wearing eye makeup*
Patricia Morrison , ex bassist of The Sisters Of Merxy
That’s how I look when someone catches me eating in the break room; but a little more like a possum they found in their garbage bin.
Anyone want to see what low-income areas looked like the day after Katrina? For the most part you can see how it looked today- nearly ten years later!
You might think the hot, humid, sunny weather, the beachy atmosphere, and smothering Bible Belt culture would be good for your long-sought-after (by me) recovery, however the depression your tour of the ruins might produce could counteract any good the Gulf Coast would do you.
Choose your ghost town wisely.
… and stay out of Mississippi.