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\u201cBut I suit any space<\/em>, the little boy whines. But I consume up to 30% less energy<\/em>, the little girl squeals. But I\u2019m made from recycled paper<\/em>, the little boy whines. But I have a folding bin-lid<\/em>, the little girl squeals.\u201d – Paul Cunningham, \u201cBATH & STORAGE\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNow listen, I thought it out last night. And it struck me. What have I got to feel threatened about? Next to nothing. I broke up with my wife, I plan to quit my job today, my apartment is rented, and I have no furnishings worth worrying about. By way of holdings, I\u2019ve got maybe two million yen in savings, a used car, and a cat who\u2019s getting on in years. My clothes are all out of fashion, and my records are ancient. I\u2019ve made no name for myself, have no social credibility, no sex appeal, no talent. I\u2019m not so young anymore, and I\u2019m always saying dumb things that I later regret. In a word, to borrow your turn of phrase, I am an utterly mediocre person. What have I got to lose? If you can think of anything, clue me in, why don\u2019t you?\u201d – Haruki Murakami, A Wild Sheep Chase<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThe passive voice \/ is your killer\u2019s voice. \/ From time to time, they vote. \/ From time to time, language dies.\u201d – Fady Joudah, \u201c[\u2026]\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cA god who wants blood will find a way.\u201d – Hailey Piper, No Gods For Drowning<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWho do I want to be intimate with today? Random strangers or my clitoris?\u201d – Vi Khi Nao, My Ardent Love For The Pencil<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cKoala caresses and no echo. Only wildfires and prisons of people. Prisons of people, prisons of people as far as the eye can see.\u201d – Paul Cunningham, \u201cBATH & STORAGE\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cyo what is up guys \/ today i am doing my best \/ to exploit tragedies \/ for increased revenue\u201d – Paul Cunningham, SOCIOCIDE AT THE 24\/7<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cimagine telling your principal \/ you want whatever BRO is on\u201d – Paul Cunningham, SOCIOCIDE AT THE 24\/7<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThere are various reasons why an individual would habitually consume large quantities of alcohol, but they all effectively boil down to the same thing.\u201d – Haruki Murakami, A Wild Sheep Chase<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cRage on the grinding spot \/ Independence Day rag laundry day \/ my boy wears shark pajamas \/ Mother ran large food trays sore\u201d – Hoa Nguyen, \u201cRage Sonnet\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat it means to be \/ out of work: \/\/ Write a crime novel \/ Work at a food bank\u201d – Hoa Nguyen, \u201cI\u2019m Stuck\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMost guitarists can\u2019t wash dishes.\u201d – Haruki Murakami, A Wild Sheep Chase<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI want to strum \/ or mask this day\u201d – Hoa Nguyen, \u201cIndependence Day 2010\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cArt works at the particle level. Tiny fragments of graphite in a pencil, tiny fragments of pigment suspended in oil. The thrill is manipulating these hundred billion little bits of stone into an image that will please you. People who want to make art, but can\u2019t, are very unhappy. The only thing they can manipulate is people, and a person is a very unsatisfying particle.\u201d – Isaac Fellman, Notes From A Regicide<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cDeveloped in secret \/ at Harvard produced \/\/ by Dow Chemical \/ An efficient incendiary formula \/\/ perfected on Valentine\u2019s Day\u201d – Hoa Nguyen, \u201cNAPALM NOTES\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cA poor person\u2019s instrument \/\/ With an electric pickup and amp \/ you can make it sing \/\/ Welcome to the Hotel California\u201d – Hoa Nguyen, \u201cLEARNING THE \u00d0\u00c0N B\u00c2U\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cA saint she ain\u2019t\u201d – Hoa Nguyen, \u201cHAGIOGRAPHY\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThe world goes on without me. People cross streets through no intervention on my part, sharpen pencils, and move fifty yards a minute east to west, fill coffee lounges with music that\u2019s refined to nothingness.\u201d – Haruki Murakami, A Wild Sheep Chase<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cbut not the violence of my father\u2019s boot. i wondered \/\/ if mercy was the baseline for God & if so who would write \/ bibles about my mother? years later i would\u201d – Mckendy Fils-Aim\u00e9, \u201creverence\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cPurple is the color of my scars. \/ Purple is my favorite color. \/ I\u2019m forever in bloom.\u201d – H Melt, \u201cDYSPHORIA IS NOT MY NAME\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cthat night mom watched me break \/ into a fever & we realized something \/ more than her had put me in this world \/ & that it could take me back, if it wanted.\u201d – Mckendy Fils-Aim\u00e9 \u201cthe summer Mom said i put you in this world, i can take you out\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cInexperience isn\u2019t a sin, at your age.\u201d – Isaac Fellman, Notes From A Regicide<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThat\u2019s why I carry crystals in my change purse; heed crocodiles, alligators, and cassowaries in dreams. Defeat in the cards\u2014I know better, now.\u201d – Jameela F. Dallis, \u201cSee Me Now\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI want your gritty love \/ from an ocean of detritus\u2014organic and plastic and unknown\u201d – Jameela F. Dallis, \u201cNacre\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cand the light hides your body\u2019s tented \/\/ armory. you\u2019re building a moat. \/ scramble to the deep end and dig even farther, \/ that\u2019s the only way they say you\u2019ll get anywhere.\u201d – Giovanna Lomanto, \u201cuntitled 001\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201chow it feels for hands to touch regardless. you remember \/ you are ten feet taller than you anticipated you would be after \/ mortar and pestle took to spine. ground you \/ up, dried tenderly by the strings of your underwear\u201d – Giovanna Lomanto, \u201cgargle\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cwe skimp out on dinner because we\u2019ve eaten too many chocolate squares. \/ arguably, the sky is screaming itself open,\u201d – Giovanna Lomanto, \u201cthe hum of the muni has always felt\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cshe will be taught nothing of manners but everything of respect.\u201d – Giovanna Lomanto, \u201cin this universe, i (name my daughter monday)\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThe cat got frightened, bit the chauffeur\u2019s arm, then farted.\u201d – Haruki Murakami, \u2018A WILD SHEEP CHASE\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAnd now in the freezer, \/ It\u2019s a cold ghost that doesn\u2019t shrink. \/ It has no clue why it builds frost\u2014” Belle Ling, \u201cCONTEMPLATING THE COD\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI fly to the future \/\/ to retrieve my demolished present \/ as a legible past. To see \/\/ what isn\u2019t hard to see \/ in a world that doesn\u2019t.\u201d – Fady Joudah, [\u2026]<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cFrom time to time in the dark of its loneliness, it had reminisced upon the trusting act that was loving, the spring sunlight of it, that could push comfort into the cracks of a long winter\u2019s ice.\u201d- Mina Ikemoto Ghosh, \u2018Numamushi\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIf a ghost is the nameless memory of a person, named through remembrance, then a curse is the nameless pain of a deed, named through being known .\u201d – Mina Ikemoto Ghosh, \u2018Numamushi\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIn the water of the river\u2019s words, the poison of the past scattered, became moonlight scales floating with a trace of mirror gleam.\u201d – Mina Ikemoto Ghosh, \u2018Numamushi\u2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201chow fast is allegro, how relentlessly should I give \/ so love would relax its feet for me to paddle along?\u201d – Belle Ling, \u201cSPEED ODE\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cLocal celebrities can be loved with more devotion and ferocity than the singers, actresses, or athletes who never walk the aisles of the same hardware store, the same supermarket, never near enough to be called to or touched upon their shoulders. In Santa Maria the locals were infatuated with Kane.\u201d – Kiik Araki-Kawaguchi, The Book Of Kane And Margaret<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cLullabies should be succinct, repetitive, and plain in their message. There should be animals in lullabies. Those animals should have jobs. The animals should be diligent workers\u2026\u201d – Kiik Araki-Kawaguchi, The Book Of Kane And Margaret<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThe intention wasn\u2019t bad, but the effect was unpalatable. Like serving sherbet and broccoli on the same silver platter.\u201d – Haruki Murakami, A Wild Sheep Chase<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cBeyond a certain point, it ceased to be body odor and blended into time, merged with the light.\u201d – Haruki Murakami, A Wild Sheep Chase<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201con trans street \/ there are \/ no prisons \/ no checkpoints \/ no police stations \/ no military bases \/ no detention centers\u201d – H Melt, “ON TRANS STREET\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cGolf courses colonize already colonized land. \/ I long to be brave enough to trespass.\u201d – Summer Farah, \u201cTHE BIRDS ARE CALLING\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWake up, Dreams! Let me give you a bath!\u201d – Vi Khi Nao, My Ardent Love For The Pencil<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cEach day I interact with my pencil\u2014the more I appreciate her. The subtle things she says or does.\u201d -Vi Khi Nao, My Ardent Love For The Pencil<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201con trans street there are bungalows \/ courtyard buildings \/ & rent control\u201d – H Melt, \u201cON TRANS STREET\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cand the streets do not care for our mornings, \/ and we do not flinch.\u201d – Giovanna Lomanto, \u201cdomestic\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat did the fence and watchtower protect? Who is going to walk into the desert? What is welcome in the other side of the desert for any of us?\u201d – Kiik Araki-Kawaguchi, The Book Of Kane And Margaret<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI had a crush on a roly-poly when I was younger. He was the one who showed me I didn\u2019t have to be a full-moon shape all the time. I could be more like the little hat a jellyfish wears. Or I could be a rind of bitter melon.\u201d – Kiik Araki-Kawaguchi, The Book Of Kane And Margaret<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou must understand that at all times, I wanted this couple to scoop me into their arms, except for when they did, which was my cue to wiggle and break away and shout at them and run to my room.\u201d – Isaac Fellman, Notes From A Regicide<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cFor months, I ate as if it was a performance. \/ Watermelon, overripe figs, anything to attract \/ a wasp, anything to incite panic, anything to start my heart.\u201d – Summer Farrah, \u201cREADING MARY OLIVER IN LA VERNE\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI learn independence through the cost of fruit \/ a walk in blazing sun \/ plastic bags full, weighing into the veins of my fingers. This, the first summer away from home.\u201d – Summer Farah, \u201cTHE FIGS ARE MOLDING\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cForgive me, for confusing recognition for solidarity. I am simple. It feels good to know someone feels bad in just the same way.\u201d – Summer Farah, \u201cI TELL ETEL ADNAN ABOUT MITSKI\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cDon\u2019t tell your father! she said, and I never did.\u201d – Molly Gaudry, Fit Into Me<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cFull of nostalgia for rink-stink and competition\u2026I declared the single goal of getting ready to try out for one of the DC Rollergirls teams, which appealed to me because at that time in my life I wanted to be surrounded by strong, tough women who would protect me on all sides as I made my way through various obstacles, literal and metaphorical.\u201d – Molly Gaudry, Fit Into Me<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201con trans street \/ no catcalling \/ is allowed\u201d – H Melt, \u201cON TRANS STREET\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cBecause on some level I can appreciate that she is probably not my biological mother. But I cling to it, this story, this fantasy, this just-barely plausible theory. Like anyone else I want an origin story. Because even when we know them to be unlikely, untrue, we hold on to our narratives, against all reason and against our better sense. Because who are we, otherwise? How else are we to attempt to make sense of ourselves?\u201d – Molly Gaudry, Fit Into Me<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cConnie began her eulogy: My father had a way of making commands into gentle questions.\u201d – Molly Gaudry, Fit Into Me<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMy narrator is so lonely, so desperate, she makes up a ghost to keep her company. And then makes up a ghost child for them to adopt.\u201d – Molly Gaudry, Fit Into Me<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI saw my parents at a riot once.\u201d – Isaac Fellman, Notes From A Regicide<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHis way had never solved a problem, only caused new ones, as if that were all his police could do.\u201d – Hailey Piper, No Gods For Drowning<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMy first thought was that it must be remarkable to know whom you trust.\u201d – Isaac Fellman, Notes From A Regicide<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAt a certain point, a method of survival can become a pleasure\u2014that\u2019s why I love to cook\u2014just as a method of pleasure can become one of survival. That\u2019s why Etoine loved to drink.\u201d – Isaac Fellman, Notes From A Regicide<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cShe preferred to cut a crisp figure than an elegant one, though she was known to slouch for the love of contradiction.\u201d – OF Cieri, BACKMASK<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAnyway, she\u2019s had good experiences with public defenders in the past. They were all badly overworked, but they were idealists, which made them good-natured under the heavy layer of burnout.\u201d – OF Cieri, BACKMASK<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cChill thought they were of like minds when she started working for him. She now knew Mr. Hush was under the mistaken belief that misanthropy was a sign of genius.\u201d – OF Cieri, BACKMASK<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cpatrolling my neighborhood. I want \/ trans musicians playing on my stereo \/ trans designers crafting my clothes \/ trans chefs filling my stomach \/ trans farmers planting my food \/ & trans gardens picking \/ flowers for my funeral.\u201d – H Melt, \u201cI DON\u2019T WANT A TRANS PRESIDENT\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHe shook his head as if to slide this new knowledge into place.\u201d – Hailey Piper, No Gods For Drowning<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cFate is many throats with one stomach.\u201d – Hailey Piper, No Gods For Drowning<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou\u2019ve got a real mission to help our people, but that won\u2019t be easy for you either, because all you can think about is how much you despise authority, not what you can actually do to fight it.\u201d – Isaac Fellman, Notes From A Regicide<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI know you\u2019re afraid for me. But this thing isn\u2019t going to stop with costumes and\u2014and weird little pieces of street art. It\u2019s going to get loud and ugly. 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