Doing shit with language is what we're doing. I hate that shit. I love this shit.

Dump

These bakers' best intentions-- vast swirling black holes of becoming and yearning and repetition and commerce-- make such heart-breaking cakes. The tiers and the casings of queer, fantastic promises which cannot ever ever ever be kept.
Kirsten on visiting the space station: "I would go if I didn't have to get there." Offstage, in the way back, the bakers' unknown response: "I am wanting to be getting there, but I never never never will arrive. Perhaps not even anywhere."

Our Arthur Russell/Samuel Johnson Mash-Up

What's happening in your book now?

What's happening in your book now?"not to write at all"/honey dew

Kat said she was sure she was overwhelming sometimes. 
Then we agreed that we are who we are and
that, though apparently limiting,
is without question overwhelming.