Every time I leap there is a chance I will fall, and every time I fall there is a chance I will finally crack my head open like a Faberge egg and luminous black spiders will crawl out to mark the outline of my body with blinking stars and black thread.
Boingboing wants to talk to you about sloths for a second. Gay for clouds! How I plan to impress my girlfriend’s parents. New York City shower portraits. Maybe it’s time…