Floating wine hidden baby.
Thank you, parents who warned me with words along these lines: “It will be extremely difficult. The baby will cry a lot and you will lose a lot of sleep. Babies are demanding. Good luck, you can do it.”
But I now see what you actually meant was: “HOLY SHIT YOU ARE HAVING A BABY BABIES ARE INSANE AND YOU WILL ALSO BECOME INSANE. YOU WILL HALLUCINATE WITH TERROR 23.5 HOURS A DAY. YOUR BABY WILL SHIT ALL OVER HIMSELF WHILE SIMULTANEOUSLY WEEPING HYSTERICALLY AND THAT WILL BE THE EASIEST PART OF YOUR DAY. YOU HAVE TO KEEP THIS BABY ALIVE DESPITE THE FACT THAT YOU ARE UNFIT TO CARE FOR A PET TURTLE. I WOULD WISH YOU LUCK BUT THERE IS NO SUCH THING.”
Augustus Schenck, “Anguish,” 1878.
Check out the video for “Trouble” - the title track from the new E.P. by Lys Guillorn and the Mercy Choir.
Can’t wait for this show. I do believe I have all the lyrics memorized, finally.
Bern Porter - The Last Acts of St. Fuck You
The only good slam poem ever.
Martha Wainwright - Bloody Motherfucking Asshole
Sawng o’ the day.