Turning trash into art is like meditation or yoga.
MY LOVE AFFAIR WITH THE ART OF MARITA DINGUS BY STACY LAWSON 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 34
Does a person who's losing his mind know it’s happening?
UNIDENTIFIED BRIGHT OBJECT BY JOHN MARTIN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 34
NOGALES, MI by HENK HOPMAN 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 34
I’ve drunk the coke, eaten the chips and at last the sun starts rising. Things are finally brightening up. But not for long. Because now I can see the car I stole is pink. Just my luck to steal a pink Mercedes. The other folks on the road honk or wave at me. I wave back at them because I can’t think of a better thing to do. I’ve crossed the State line into Indiana. I’m not sure whether this means I have escaped or have become a federal case. But no matter what, I need to lose this hippie car fast.
A sign says: Buckle up for safety. It’s the law in Illinois.
I presume they have lots of other laws here. Do they have capital punishment? It doesn’t look like a place where they execute people, seeing how concerned they are about my wellbeing.
Why don’t I know these things? All of a sudden it seems some knowledge of the laws in this country would be useful. I should have given law some attention when I had the chance. Instead I wasted my time watching porn and the Lions. The Lions won’t get me far in Illinois, I’m afraid, not after that Bears game...