Month: May 2015

05.28.15 specimens


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Some of my collections (my own teeth, extracted under duress, included).


05.28.15 iron


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I have no fucking idea.

I really do not want to open any more boxes.


05.28.15 peacemaker


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Bet you can’t guess what is in this box.

Hint: my great-grandfather was a union enforcer.


05.28.15 why


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In a word, why?

I know I own the magazines because I attempted to peddle them second-hand to pay for Governors’ School in 1988. I know I bought the condoms out of the vending machine in the toilets at the Port Orchard bowling alley in 1986. But why exactly do I still have these items in my possession, and why did I just pay to ship it all across the country?


05.28.15 tights


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The sheer volume of ephemera in the boxes is sufficiently overwhelming, but the particulars are enough to drive me insane. For instance: apparently I still own some tights manufactured in an era before SKU and sold in a store that vanished decades ago. WTF.


05.28.15 chattel


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My worldly goods (and the chattel discarded by generations of a large extended immigrant family) arrived safe and sound. Now, to unpack it all…


05.22.15 x


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05.22.15 hypnotize


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05.19.15 wash


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05.19.15 shine


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