The Imitation Game / Foxcatcher
Sean Kilpatrick
Between The Social Network and The Imitation Game, we can decipher precisely how our genitals should disrobe us. I, for one, will be relieved to wave them uploaded straight under Darwin’s
Between The Social Network and The Imitation Game, we can decipher precisely how our genitals should disrobe us. I, for one, will be relieved to wave them uploaded straight under Darwin’s
I Have
	I have a
	wet mouth
	in this pink
	apartment.
I still have that.
	Boy—
	you think we’re in love?
	Don’t you
	roughhouse
	with me.
	You’re trying.
	But at this
I was talking about my obsession with the writing of Milan Kundera...
	Ask her to aim her index fingers.
	at you. Aim yours.
I only look you in the eyes if I’m sure the condom’s on.
	Standing in the pieces of a broken guitar
	I screamed at the summer for sleeping around
	breaking my heart with the rising
	in those days I drank wine from the bottle
	stranded
Present the conflict or the mother as the conflict or the mother as the object of conflict during childhood.
	I remember
	the first time
	I saw a foreign
	cherry. I blushed
	a little armpit.
	I saw how a cherry,
	in it's candied boredom,
	could stain.
	The other not truth.
	Thus
In elementary school, when kids talked about being “Christian,” I thought they were talking about race.
I had the milk from a dandelion all over my hands once in the sun and in the cracks of my palms and it was getting on my lunch, I kept thinking.
Once my mother painted my fingernails
Selected comics from "Groceries": Lovecraft, Freud, & Gilgamesh
	
	feeling in pain
	both emotional and physical
	I head into the light.
	
	In the park
	wholesome children play
	their healthiness
	throwing
	last night's
	relative sordidness
	into sharp
There was something so sublimely satisfying about reading Laird Hunt’s Neverhome this year that I’ve read it, here and there, probably twice, maybe three times more since. The novel introduces us
1. It was always ice. Ice: a word like a shard of glass shived in his ribs. The dark plain he was bound to travel. His paramour, his nightmare, his lost thumb. His vice.
I have a tendency to get bored easily, both in relationships and in life. One of the things that made me feel confident about marrying Scott is that there is quite possibly no one weirder than him.
Because we'd lost our sense of value, the day came when the animals voted us out of our cities and towns and homesteads.
	
	The barista is so pretty
	my girlfriend would be
	disappointed if I didn't
	cheat with her.
You are a diagnostician, alert for symptoms: ridged fingernails, yellow eye-whites, swollen knuckles, broken capillaries.
	
	Modern Conveniences 2012 - 2014
	There were moments when I forgot about the dog
	Whining and shivering, like a toddler in its playpen
	Her instinctual nature, A visceral outward cry
	
	I
Our town’s ordinance—passed in 1862—named the first-born son of each family Zebulon.
	1.
	In human beings, the wink is known to convey one of four emotions:
	           Sexual invitation
	           False sexual invitation,
	           Nonsexual expression of friendliness
My ex, Mark, calls me at two in the morning to tell me he’s figured out what’s causing his problems.
When I think of mumblecore, I think of Dick Tracy and pornography, low budget films, naturalistic performances, Andrew Bujalski, and pimples. We never set out to make any particular type or genre of film. We just wanted to make our film.
This is the first magic realist mumblecore psychological love story thriller shot over eight years of Claymation.