· A comeback generator that inserts the zinger you thought of too late to the appropriate time.
· A dream and nightmare recorder that you can play on hd.
· A visual bookmark that shows you everything you read up to in the book but only displays your imagination.
· A brain mechanism that blocks out that stream of thought that does you no good. Also activates when you’re stressed, anxious, or in a depression. (I need this one the most)
· An ongoing record that tells you the source of the thought as well as where you first heard of a product you’re consuming like a movie, book, song, etc.
· A decryption device that explains wtf you were talking about in a vague blog or diary or whatever entry.
· A translator that makes chicken scratch legible.
· A machine that tells you when it’s ok to be friends with someone again and when the other person wants to as well.
· A machine that records your blackouts.
· A good book detector, specifically one that gives you the read you need at that time. Applies to music, television, and other media.
· Also a good friend detector.
· A laugh, shout, or cry suppressor. Very appropriate during funerals, love confessions, and during sex.
· A detector that tells you when you’re being racist, sexist, using cultural appropriations, being microaggressive, or simply a jackass. Can be used with other people.
· A machine that records daydreams and fantasies that you can replay on demand.
· A GPS unit that directs you to a good place to be in at the right time whether it’s at a theater that’s hosting an unknown but fantastic play, delicious food, or having a meetcute with a dashing stranger. Plus more.
· A fashion device that tells you what item would look good on you, even when you have hesitations.
· A taste transformer that takes what you consider bad food but makes it taste great.
· A music system that plays your very own, unique theme music as well as the right songs for the moment.
· A rain detector that tells you when to come outside.
· A camera that takes the perfect selfie as well as other shots.
· A consultant that lets you know what would be the best career or life move for you whether it’s to go back to school or move on to something else.
· A timer that tells you the perfect moment to kiss.
· A device that will stop you from missing someone.
· And tells you when to let go.
To deal with the frustrations of his “real” job as a retail manager, photographer Logan Zillmer found an outlet in recreating the surreal visions he sees in his lucid dreams.
I used to turn my heels out when posing for photos so my thighs wouldn’t touch.
I used to search on google for how to correct scarred knees.
I used to wear a sarong at the beach because I really believed that boys wouldn’t talk to me if they saw my thighs. Those were the boys I wanted. Boys who wouldn’t talk to me because of thighs.
But in the spirit of my new summer mantra, fuck that.
I just rode 364 miles over nine days, climbing 29,000 ft, while having a full-time job. So I am pretty mother-fucking excited about my legs in all their scarred, thigh-touching, cellulite-having glory.
What’s your fuck that this summer?
My answer was: “Joined a poetry class, a pinay lit and creative writing class &i got a fiction project sketchbook. I’m going balls out & bold in my writing!” But obviously that wasn’t enough characters to further explain. Here I go:
Back in college, I was pretty vulnerable in my writing. I want to get back to that. I’m actually open in my social networks but I haven’t really pursued that in my creative writing. In my poetry class, I cut myself wide open, writing the best poetry of my life thus far and honing my voice. In my Pinay lit and creative writing class I hope I can expand my vox into short stories and essays while learning more about my identity. And as for the fiction project sketchbook, I hope I write something stupendously creative and attractive to the eye. I can’t design or draw for shit but I’ll give it my best.
I’ve become more vocal in my first class though I have yet to join in the discussion part after reading the poems. Hopefully I will on Saturday which will be the final class. I’m making it my goal to do an open mic before the end of this year. I was supposed to do one at the NYC poetry festival but the host never returned for the 4 o’clock show. Oh well. No biggie.
My fuck that is holding back in writing. I just hope I’m brave enough to share it with friends or even family. This summer I’ll be a stronger, more capable writer.
I will not disappoint.