dalí and lorca

he quoted something about a crocodile, and said: that’s lorca. he might have said something about lorca and dalí being lovers. and i noted that, according to my professor, dalí and lorca never really managed to consummate their love. indeed they tried once, but it failed comically, in that way that all failed sex is comic. he disagreed. dalí and lorca were lovers. well, my professor did his phd on emilio prados, a good friend of dalí and lorca, and part of the generation of 27. at that point, he pulled up his sleeve. i don’t remember the order of things, but it was something about him learning about lorca through prostitution. he had a three-stroked scar on his arm. white, puckered skin, kind of in a z shape, like the zorro thing. i stared at the scar. a hot knife making three, tasty movements. dalí and lorca were lovers. they consummated their love a million times over. they fucked like machines, oiled but noisy. i stared at the scar.

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i have to do some sort of presentation next week for my creative non-fiction class. given:

a) my general lack of interest in the class, and

b) the fact that two thirds of my book collection are living out past seven hills,

i can’t think of anyone to talk about. can someone suggest a writer who does something interesting under the non-fiction rubric? something that won’t bore me while i speak about it for five minutes…

 

all is cauliflowering

we needed staples. can we open the boxes to check if they’re the right size? no. she gets ron. the size on the side of the stapler doesn’t ring a bell for ron. he believes that they do not stock that size. ron should know. ron looks like a man who knows about staples. staples and whisky. well then, we’ll have to just buy a new staple gun ron, we don’t have time for mucking about. he suggests an industrial staple gun, but they don’t stock them. ron is giving advice we can’t take. ron is not helping.

ron says: what you guys ought to do, are you guys on the computers? course you are, is go onto rapid dotcom or comdotau or whatever, and type in model rapid-fire f- 1….. 6… 8 4, they oughta have something there to tell you what staples it takes, that way you make use of your staple gun, it’s not a complete waste. you go on there, and you find out. otherwise you can’t use that gun.

we try to explain to ron that we don’t have time for that. that we stole the staple gun. we don’t care about the staple gun. what we care about is you, ron. stop talking. stop breathing. stop drinking. you’re dying, ron! you’re rotting from the outside in! you need to see a doctor, ron. that white stuff around your nose isn’t normal. i got caught on the wrong side of the officeworks draught of you ron and i couldn’t even listen for the smell of you. it was like the time i forgot that there were used sanitary pads and condoms in my bedroom bin for like a month. it was terrible, ron. it was awful. a man is not a sanitary pad disposal unit! you need to get these things out of you, ron. all your bits have cauliflowered, and they’re fermenting. please, ron, forget the staple guns. save yourself ron. save yourself.

also, there are a few pics…