Little paper cuds we made by ripping the corners or edges from homework and class notes then ruminating them into balls we’d flick from our fingertips or catapult with pencils or (sometimes after lunch) launch through striped straws like deadly projectiles toward the necks of enemies and any other target where they’d stick with the tiniest splat, I hope you’re still there, stuck to unreachable ceilings like the beginnings of nests by generations of wasps too ignorant to finish them or under desktops with blunt stalactites of chewing gum, little white words we learned to shape and hold in our mouths while waiting to let them fly, our most tenacious utterance.
MY BEAUTIFUL WORK IN PROGRESS!
I had another denim jacket that I was working on, but the bleach turned it into what looked like a giant spitwad. This is my first fashion project ever and I’m really excited to how this will end!
So this is jacket #2 and I’ve been working on this since 12 pm. First I had to find a new denim jacket at a thrift store. After that I’ve stabbed my finger with an xacto knife, bleach ate my glove (or my nail tore a hole idk), my finger cut reopened, and bubbles spewed from the washer. But there it is! Many hours later and my jacket is coming along nice (I think)!