who reads every word any more ? the cards said, don't let yr cups spill over. I saw a man with an electric banana violin amped up the sadness a single string sighing over the sound of negotiation stole my heart in a hawaiian shirt the buskers here are fanged with talents can you imagine once…Read more morningpage.08 (cunts, banana violin, insomnia)
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anxiousnessless: a pastiche to anne boyer’s Not Writing
When I am trying to write about HEX ED and BAD GIRLS and SCATOLOGICAL QUEERNESS, I am not writing. I am not writing short stories about aquariums or normalising queer sex scenes. I am not writing stories that are set in Singapore but defy the conventions and mundane associations that Singaporean fiction carries. I am…Read more anxiousnessless: a pastiche to anne boyer’s Not Writing
marylyn tan 