Things You Dream Of

Other Thoughts

That reminds

me how

every piece of

clothing is

a costume

and how

when I knew

you, long ago,

I was wearing

a suit

and you

were wearing

your own

skin then.

My Suit Hanging in the Closet

Stella

says

Look

your

prince

costume

Attila!

I'm happy to say my new Short Hand record, Attila!, is now available here: artisnecessary.com/attila

Not everything is totally worked out, but you can download the tunes for free, make your own jewel case inserts, and check out the lyrics and more here.

I Am So Shampooed

The new issue of Shampoo. Nice work, Del Ray.

I'm So Afraid

New and very spooky, Spooky Boyfriend #4. Nice work Nate.

Bath Time

Max would like to be a spy.

He needs a pad of paper for

taking notes and

some other cool stuff.

He will maybe work for

the police chief.

Stella will be a princess.

Max has thought about

being other things.

Lots of things, though

I don't know what.

Stella first thought about

being a Flower Nine.

I said, "What's that?"

She said, "Flower Nine."

Good, Good Things

These Things

I've been meaning to say something.

I'd love to go on and on about how artists aren't conduits

or special. We are not freezers of bears. We aren't

shaman or conjurers and nothing we do is mysterious.

I could just go on and on about how people are like

"it just flowed through me" and "it happened" and

"enlightenment" and, you know, the general

mystery thing and super good, good thing. It's like

everyone is special. I mean, like artists

as prophets and whatnot, getting all deep

in the belly of the goodness shark, gnashing away at injustice

and silliness, being better, being more than, being

the Jones'. O how I hate the idea of Talent and Exceptional

and Gifted and Blessed and Touched. I could go on and on.

Or, I've also been thinking about family and how it happens

that one has one and one lives with one and so on. But then

other things happen, like not going on and on. Like not

saying these things. Like not anything happening.

At those moments I end up slightly confused, looking

at myself in a mirror and feeling like a dead god.