I want to sing this song, lately.
I’m working on poems, all the time. Love it–hat genius 22 sun pump.
A new issue of functionally ill, number 29. I have one 28 with totally finished text but waiting on art. And then 29 that I’m writing.
I have this zine about music I started. I was messaging a friend about songs as rituals and went off on some ideas that are really important to me that I never talk about. So that feels good.
I have a fish letters all written, and I even have the art–I just need to find the art.
I have a new special treehouse for fat people. I have art for that too, already, somewhere. It’s just a bunch of drawings of naked ladies. I want to do more of them.
I have some projects that are simmering on the back burner. A book I need, an ocean zine, a second vegan cookzine. This funny poem Ming said he’d draw funny pictures for, but he hasn’t. A death zine I’m supposed to be writing with Ming. My safeword was always safeword. A ritual zine. A book compilation of some zines. A new Resisting Capitalism for Fun. A new Lost Child, honestly.
Yeah, too many zines. Hmm. Maybe I should sell a franchise? Yuck.
I need to ride my trike. Thanks for being my reader. Love to everyone, today.