EUREKA! I’ve done it! #RoboBoobs for my #burningman #SexBot costume!
Did you know that I’m #TankGirl? I even shot this shirt myself with an M-16, which is so easy to use I had to consciously not make too many bullseyes to keep the aesthetic integrity of the shirt.
I’mma miss you, Summer, when you go.
O, my tender heart keeps beating
Though I would it were retreating
While a forced smile you’re entreating
Me with pained and partial meaning.
Many were the days spent grieving;
Many nights dreamt of bereaving
You—not that I’ve been deceiving
You—your heart has long been leaving.
These are things I dare not utter—
My poor heart! How it does stutter!
Sputter! I meant it does sputter!
Shapeless, vuln’rable, like butter.
O, would that I were gleaning
Rays of sun and days of cleaning
My soiled soul, ‘stead of repeating
It is me my heart is beating.
By Kendalle Fiasco, 2013
"Desert Search for Techno Allah" by Mr. Bungle (by Kendalle Fiasco)
Unsure whether skin cancer is caused by unfiltered Sun Wrath or the chemicals in almighty, mysterious Sun Screen, I have taken our oldest known civilizations of survivors as inspiration to protect me from the grueling sun and the pervasive heat. #HaremPants purchased from a #Tibetan stand in Camden Town, London, provide me with a #silhouette I haven’t explored enough—and with #pockets! What a revolution, to be #female and clad in something as #pragmatic as it is stylish. Not to be confused as co-opting any particular culture’s aesthetic, I maintain my signature flash of stomach. Topped with my blonde and #bejeweled tresses, and my #peeptoe #FloatingHeels, I hope this look impresses ‘stead of hurting your feels.
The Woman who was Almost There