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IN THIRTY MINUTES I WILL BE IN HERE WITH STEVEN ARCIERI AND WE WILL BE SINGING THE ENTIRETY OF ‘I BROUGHT YOU MY BULLETS, YOU BROUGHT ME YOUR LOVE’.

I AM DRINKING NOW BECAUSE I WANT TO BE DRUNK SINCE GERARD WAY WAS AN ALCOHOLIC DURING THE WRITING AND RECORDING OF THIS ALBUM.

WWGWD?

WHAT WOULD GERARD WAY DO?

GET SAD.

excerpt from a new ‘short story’ by walter mackey

You see, the best part of working in a photo lab is the feeling you get that you are not alone.  You know people.  You know entire families.  You share their intimate moments and details with them and you become part of their family.  You celebrate their birthdays, their weddings, their new pets, their old pets, their sex games, their 50th wedding anniversaries, their fishing trips, their trips to Cancun, their trips to nowhere at all, their pictures of their feet, their pictures of their hands, face, eyes, lips.    It feels easy to blend into their photographs and become a little snippet of their 4 x 6 lives.  Most people don’t realize that their film will tell a story, paint a picture of a stranger to a stranger.  We’re not supposed to really look at the photos, we’re supposed to be fast, efficient, develop the product and get it to the customer in less than one hour.  But I look.  I stare.  I make friends with the nameless faces.

There’s Mrs. Cavour, who only manages to take pictures of her cats—Emily and Charlotte, named after her two favourite writers, of course.  It’s clear that she was never married, or maybe she killed her husband.  I’ve never seen her hair not in a messy bun.  She reeks of cat piss.  I want to tell her it’s okay, but I don’t think she understands human words.  Once, I swear I saw her open a can of cat food in the pet aisle and taste-test it.  I had a nightmare once that Mrs. Cavour stopped coming in with her cat photos because she had died and her dead body was being slowly consumed by her starving cats.  I can see this becoming a reality in the next five-to-six years.

click-through the photo to read a new short story by me published over at #imgaypress

or click these words

gabbygabby stop stealing my brand ok

(Source: judgejudyisprobablynotavegan)

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