| Mer is a photoshopper, writer and photographer. She likes poetry, blue hair, and talking about herself in the third person. |


L0V31NTH3T1M30FR0B0T5 editWe built them with spare scraps from failed science experiments, with tin bucket heads and lengths of beads string-strung together as hands touching ours, with salt-rust hinges for knees and etch-a-sketch faces that smiled the best they could.L0V31NTH3T1M30FR0B0T5 edit
They spun like pinwheels when we took them outside for the first time. We got sick of math and poetry and so we taught them to sing; they merged mixtapes and shook their heads to keep the beat that made us dance, and when you strummed your guitar they asked us to glue picks to their hands and played acoustic


Lock Picks and RocksWe broke into the old apartment to look for things we'd lost when moving on and moving out, across the streetLock Picks and Rocks
and sixteen cities South. I tried to take the poems from the windows but memories are more permanent than marker. Mornings seemed longer when sunrise wrote words on bare walls and bare skin, or when I traced end-rhymes and metaphors into the curve
of your hips.
These days we don't sleep.
and I couldn't find them; instead
we found furniture that spelled apathy
and wrong words on right angles, organized
and dead. They painted over &nbs
Gimme Fish

Bakery Apocalypse:ArmabreaddonBAKERY APOCALYPSE: THE ARMABREADDON A Punny Half-Baked Quasi-Opera in Ten MinutesBakery Apocalypse:Armabreaddon
(Scene opens on Bakery; an entry to the "back room", a table, upon which baked goods sit. A doorway to the outside world.
BAKER paces and frets, checking watch, fixing and adjusting, etc.)
BAKER: Today's the day... the culmination of years of kneading and baking and mortgaging and re-mortgaging and it all comes down to this. Ever since I had a Fisher Price kitchen I've waited for this day, and now it's here. One health inspection away from realising my childhood dream.... my own bakery.... (a beat) Oh my god I've neve
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Tell James Marsters his new love interest is a cement block, he'll have chemistry with the cement block. We'd all ship S/CB, and when JM looked at the block just so, we'd post, "wow. CB looked hot tonight."
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A picture, like a human, will speak a thousand words, and never say a goddamn thing.
(Frankly, I'd have Ottawa over Edmonton!)
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The purpose of life is to fight maturity.
...At night.
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Tell James Marsters his new love interest is a cement block, he'll have chemistry with the cement block. We'd all ship S/CB, and when JM looked at the block just so, we'd post, "wow. CB looked hot tonight."
I do the same thing, I'm actually living in a suburb called "Sherwood Park" just outside of Edmonton, so I just say Edmonton
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The purpose of life is to fight maturity.
...At night.
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Tell James Marsters his new love interest is a cement block, he'll have chemistry with the cement block. We'd all ship S/CB, and when JM looked at the block just so, we'd post, "wow. CB looked hot tonight."
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