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  • People Aren’t Projects

    Previously… Darla riffs on what Love is and isn't: First off, anything covered in hearts is a Top Seller down at the old Prairie View Drive-In Swap Meet. Love – a favorite topic, for sure. Love is a messy mix of hormonal teenage angst (ah, the rush of that first crush!) and hating the other…

  • The Worrier of Art

    Previously…   Darla would like to take this opportunity to strip down her message. She doesn't have time this week to get too wordy since she's elbow deep in a new project that requires many used dryer sheets, so here goes:   I don't want anyone to foot the bill for my nasty habits and…

  • Darla’s Deepest Darkest Secret(s) That Ort Can See Right Through

    Previously…   I AM A FAKEI AM A FRAUD   Here I am. I make shit for a living and I despise craft. Crochet hooks, floss, decoupage lack nature's rough and tumble; no vagabond rhythm at all. But I have no control over my twitchy fingers. I just can't walk away from discarded things. (Ah,…

  • On the Rise

    Previously… Darla's got ascension symptoms bad. Kind of like PMS plus heart palpitations, double vision, and frequent urination. Tinnitus, too, makes it hard for Darla to understand soft talker Ort anymore, no matter how close to her he stands. However (and Darla considers this symptom a boon), Darla now hears Ort rumbling about in the…

  • Heartache Resistance

    Previously…   Darla knows what it's like to sideswipe, ricochet, merge and burn into an oncoming soul. Darla's got the scars to prove it. Worse yet, Darla's attempts to tell her story to the white coat right in front of her is a waste of time. Nobody's there. Thank the gods she's got Art to…

  • Courtly Love

    Gary's less stressed these days. The lights he used to see when he closed his eyes now follow him around like fireflies. Those firefly-like lights create a shimmery rooster tail in Gary's wake as he makes his way through the Food Court. Even the tinkling ring of cat bells, once confined solely to Gary's auris…

  • Courting Disaster

    Another bitch looking at me. This one's brown. GO THE FUCK BACK WHERE YOU CAME FROM. Where did she get $$$ for that computer? Stole it — bought it with $$$ dealing drugs — sucking dick. That welfare cunt is looking at me again. Maybe she likes my coat. What the fuck??? She's looking at…

  • A Court Appointment

    Chéri, listen up. You've always done a good job with that. Scoot a little closer. That's it. Well, I had the dream again. Zoë's head has much to say. I don't need to tell you how much. You know … you know? The world! The monsters! You. You with your straight spine and head harder…

  • Holding Court

    Leesa frequented the Food Court every day. The mission at hand was to record the stories of the people she saw, like the middle aged lady who talked to an empty chair. Leesa also observed the teenage boy who wore an Eisernes Kreuz on his tattered camo jacket, his head bent, surrounded by multiple black…

  • Everyone has dirt

    Previously… Darla embraces trash but she cannot accept dirt. She says what she says with stickers but fuck all if she's got a word for what she's feeling. Always, always she's checking those little green boxes. Grow, she's told by the quivering silvery stars, but do nothing as love dies. A stellar prognostication! So she…