I was young once
10 months ago • 2 min reada newsletter about 🎨🔮💊👽✌️ Ø$IⱤ!$ GIF by OsiRisORion Our sleekest wisdoms will not escape the hackneyed conclusion rooted in our spastic lives. Our captive lives. Sing your song, sing your song, bird in the net. Taken from Avraham Huss's poem The Green Refrain I WAS YOUNG ONCE, TOO If I was a twenty-something today, I would be the kind of angry that seethes with blindness, a sort of shapeless, concrete indignation. I recently attended my own commencement ceremony to receive my B.A. in...
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over 1 year ago • 2 min readEVERYTHING IS PLASTIC NOW Have you ever had a serious craving, Reader? Ever had a serious craving that also induced severe shame? For those of you who are new to this Jelly newsletter—welcome to the Thunderdome. 🎭 My mother was not/is not a good cook. We had pasta (macaroni) with homemade (sort of if you count opening tomato cans as DIY) sauce six, sometimes seven nights a week. But every now and then she'd pull out a small frying pan and cut a piece of baloney into small triangles, like a...
READ POSTThat's it. I'm done.
over 1 year ago • 2 min readFACE FIRST INTO AN EMPTY POOL. Sure, I live to laugh at the daft and vapid phrase known as 😎Good Vibes😎 but let me tell you, that shit ceases to be funny when you are surrounded by BAD VIBES, VERY BAD VIBES. I've been suffocating under a heavy weight lately. The weight of impending transition. Pluuuuuus that delicious DQ ice cream cake. Whatever. My whole body sometimes behaves as if it is an antenna, a lightning rod for detecting the disfavor of others. There seems to be much disfavor in the...
READ POST👿 the pancake people are liars
about 2 years ago • 1 min readTHROW OUT THE FIRST PANCAKE Lies! Have you heard this before? I hear it all the time. Let me tell you about my pancakes. The first one is fantastic. The second, third, fourth rounds are crap! As in: pale-sloppy-burntedge-maybe thought it should be a sad crepe or a greasy paper towel? Yeah. I realized that my first pancake is a lot like many of the creative endeavors I've attempted. It's intoxicating to presume that what seems to be such a natural talent, a gift of effortlessness and instant...
READ POSTEw, is there an evil weighted blanket on me?
over 2 years ago • 1 min readOh no, that's just depression. I've been meaning to write to you Reader, but every single time I started typing, a sad trombone would emerge to bludgeon me with unsolicited, mnemonic feedback. A "womp" with every adjective. A "womp" with every noun. Womp, womp. So I performed my perpetual disappearing act. Perform-ing, I should say, as I'm in the soggy midst of my performance. Reviews are still coming in but I can guarantee the third act's denouement is rife with petty cliches of self-hatred,...
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