Wednesday, August 09, 2006

'dear sybellus' in pictures, a












hanging out with the macaques






what he heard



all my teeth fell out










well this one here, it got a carrie
no, up front









it's christmas, I'm stealing these fake foldable trees






we go out





and these little bioluminescent lights,
i'm maybe in love with this one
he's a little different then the rest



my light,
he gets sick






















vulpine waitress, not pictured here







it's rainy, it cures him








it's story time, poopy panties time









ideas abound










inside,




















outside, like an orb (or a cartoon barrel)





his submarine was powered by foxfire










the man who meant a lot to a lot, ghandi, ford, and more, inventing in tuskegee






an invention










theatre boy's leg





a note, phone number, Jenny







calling, scared, fragmented




cold coffee helps it down


later did laundry, a boy came in

some one had just said he wanted to kill him







he was wearing a red shirt with a walking red panda on it




finishing laundry



a hungry boat, waiting in a hotel room


pet box, wild box













hunters hunting bran flakes, this is just a tiny baby













in the bath,
thinking about shaving my legs
The above is an 'in pictures' riff on my short story 'Dear Sybellus' on which I just finished what are probably the final microscopic revisions yesterday, even though I'd finished the actual story months ago. Yes, it's for Dennis Cooper's marvelous 'Userlands' anthology which is coming out in January I believe. I used some of these images while writing the story and others I started gathering while finishing it and still others I dug up tonight. And, all except the 'dear syb opener' (blurry one) are found pics. Hope you enjoy.