after the curtain falls

not here nor there

My father tells me he hasn’t been able to sleep because of the Super Moon. 

The TV on in the background, 

he dozes here and there with a sandwich on his stomach

and a big glass of milk on his bedside table.

I brush crumbs of dirt out of my sheets. 

In between felting and embroidering,

Havadine tells me that they used to change the laws

 ( in medeival times )

to accomodate for change in behavior due to weather.

all hail that bless-ed day! 

Tonight begins my insomnia,

welcome late nights and later mornings. 

I am turning into one of them. 

Help contribute to my book!

Disclaimer: This project is to be sold in places like Urban Outfitters and whatnot. It is not a real indication of what I actuallymplan on doing with my life or my intellectual depth. 

The book is called “Fecal Matter: Memorable Poops”

It’s a photo book. It is comprised of pictures of different pieces of toilet paper with stories on them. Written while on the shitter. 
So what you do is this: if you have a crazy situation that is either hilarious, weird, creepy, awesome, or just unique, and you happen to be sitting on a toilet taking a poop and thinking about how crazy life is, you take some toilet paper and write down exactly what is going on. And then you date it. (its good to always have a pen on you in case some great poop comes along). The book is really not about poop at all, it just happens to be the place where all the stories come together. 

It’s going to be a collection of random people’s poop stories, not just mine, so start writing them down!

Examples:

1) I am in a porta potty in Boston Common tripping on mushrooms and i am almost positive that this hot cubic rectangle is hell. 
2) I pooped at Kruger National Park in South Africa after going on a safari
3) I pooped in a literal hole in China after touring a cave and I’m fairly certain it’s still there
4) I am tripping acid in the museum of science on free admission day and i’m pretty sure the dinosaur is actually real and wants to eat me
5) I am in the Burger King bathroom a block away from my new apartment pooping because i can’t figure out if the toilet at home flushes and i dont want to ask anybody while it’s just floating in there. plus, this is a hell of a lot cleaner. 

This last one is my personal favorite:

6) I pooped really drunkenly at a party. i didn’t realize that the girl in the bathroom before me was also really drunk and dropped her pink blackberry in the toilet. so i pooped on it and flushed the toilet and then it got clogged and the bathroom starting flooding and my poop was everywhere and the entire belligerent party was screaming and laughing and asking who did it. and i never confessed to that poop until right now. 

So if there is more context too, that’d be great if you could submit it digitally, but try and keep the toilet paper short, sweet, and legible. For example, context around #4 is that I moved into a hippie playground this week with urine stains in the bathtub from where someone didn’t take a shower for however long it takes to stain porcelain after peeing in the tub. So don’t hold back, be wild and raw. This is not a family restaurant. 

Angelem39@gmail.com