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The Story of Glorified Vandalism

I love writing on things that weren’t meant to be written on — napkins, bridges, decrepit buildings, library books, wet concrete, drunk people’s faces. Some might call it vandalism…and yeah… that’s about right. But it’s also my desire to communicate without actually talking to people, because people are terrifying. I’d much rather leave a frosting…… Continue reading The Story of Glorified Vandalism

Anecdotal Evidence

What Fiction Taught Me: The Story of Stories and Stuff

Where would we be without teachers? Stoopid town, that’s where. But there is no rule that says your teachers must be human, or even alive, and no we aren’t talking vampires. I’ve always struggled to connect with teachers / humans in general (it’s the plight of the awkward person), but looking back, that’s probably why my…… Continue reading What Fiction Taught Me: The Story of Stories and Stuff