Just a few hours ago a picture was taken of me in a very bushy hat while I smoked mullein at Midnight to signify the year of my becoming seventeen. Immediately prior to the click, I blubbered and birthed a great, hot saline mess all down my neck and chest. There is something I must owe someone. All I know is I have a lot of empty languid boxes I should have opened like Pandora during the year of sixteen that I never did.
I dreamt I slept with Stepin Fetchit.
I dreamt I made a blue cohosh tincture.
Like a smoker who's lost 93% of their sense of smell.
To celebrate this j/mangled birthday I made an ode to Russian Daisies in film form in the forest and porous limestone with some of the chummiest, chalkiest, strong girls. It was all pomegranite guts and beet juice between fingers. It was god awful. We flattened pennies on the train tracks that night.
I am going to blot in clots some of my most prominent CHAMPION memories of my life this week: Aut and I on the stairs, the buzzard and I standing right next to each other in the middle of the street surrounded by the trailers when I was eight, riding on the back of that pig, talking about the bible when I was ten with a boy who was a Jehovah's witness + leaving a treasure map on his doorstep.
"Justin Gatlieb
What I know about U.S. History:
-Betsy Ross sewed the first American flag
-The sputnik satellite was launched
-The Boston Tea Party happened
-King Tut's Tomb was discovered
-The stoplight was invented
-The 1967 Ford Mustang Shelby was introduced
-Hitler began the Nazi clan
-Richard Chase was murdered
-JFK was assasinated
-Richie Valins died in a plane crash
-Edgar Allen Poe's short stories and poems were published
-Elvis died of a P.O.D.
-Jimi Hendrix died
-Jim Morrison died
-Paul McCartney was knighted
-Justin Gatlieb was born"
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