This popped up in my Memories on Facebox the other day, and it was too funny not to share here. (IDK who made the image; if you know please tell me so I can give proper credit!)
i am moving from my tiny studio to a gorgeous 3 floor huge ass apartment with east/west facing windows and a lake shore drive address so i'm excited. but........ this means leaving my favorite 7 eleven behind :(
In the morning he says, The Midwest, according to periodic tables of potlucks, is not geological but biological, a feast of flesh, the first slope into the prairie, which is Ohio, down from the chin, which is Pennsylvania, and then farther along, he says, there is Michigan, hills hardly hills, which are the breasts, that's the word on the charts, girls' breasts, extreme in their softness and in the frank exposure of water-rounded pebbles, midstream.
And so on, he says. There is the four-color board game, too, with the Great Lakes, true to their differing tints: algal, buffed Ontario; muck-slate Erie; baby-blue Huron; turquoise Tahoe Superior; and oh, Michigan, mood ring, the pink, pearl, jade, navy, hazel, chamois, chambray, lapis, dove.
—Janet Kauffman, from "In the Discorruption of Flesh" (Obscene Gestures for Women, 1989)
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i love bands where the singer can’t sing but can convey emotions though their singing in a way that is impossible to describe. like yes u sing like an absolute dickhead but you are also somehow expressing exactly how i feel through the cracks in your voice
The distinctly Midwestern pleasure of spending all the hot summer late afternoon/early evening outside, grilling ribs and corn on the cob, and then eating dinner outside and suddenly the wind picks up and the sky starts looking ominous and you have to make s’mores quick because storm’s a-brewin’, and then while the kids eat s’mores you and your love sit on the back steps sipping whiskey and watching the lightning in the distance, and then later on after the storm has actually arrived, you step outside again briefly because when it rains, it smells like summer.
do you picture me like i picture you?
am i in the frame from your point of view?
do you feel the same? i'm too scared to say
half of the things i do when i picture you