“Tell ‘em: I hope your hands are always soft. Tell
‘em: Your axe will split in a cold winter.
Tell ‘em: Everyone you love will leave
for California and you will not learn the land,
so no rain will come, so no wheat will come, and well,
there goes your house. That’s jus how it is.
Tell 'em: No one will raise up your barn.
Tell 'em: we’ll all whisper in church.
Don’t tell 'em: Yo mama’s so fat. Instead, tell 'em:
Your mama never learned to keep bacon grease
on the stove, got no biscuit recipe, ain’t never
fed six children on four dollars, her knuckles
never bled from scrubbing,
you sunovabitch. Tell 'em: Banker. Tell 'em:
Okie. Tell 'em: Your husband will smoke
cigars that smell like tractor smoke. Your lover
will kiss like a happy dog. Tell 'em:
Your grandparents will die, and their sisters
will die, and their mothers will die. And you
will be searching for family in wrinkled photographs
fulla stern mouths. Wire hanger bodies loose
inside clothes stiff with dirt, strong enough
to withstand wind.”
All The Old School Oklahoma Curses, Clementine von Radics (After Michael Mlekoday)
Had professional photos (Davina Zagury) of the girls done and it was nearly impossible to choose a shot because someone always looked a mess. Clementine took the fall this round. She looks strangely anemic. A friend from work said she looks fabulously like a model from #drunkjcrew.
Normal morning at the inn, the clouds were shining, walkers singing their tainted melody and the soft bustle of the group filled the otherwise dead air. One in particular was in search of Ben, lucky for him she was a fan. “Ben, I want to show you what I drew.” Clementine smiled innocently as she looked up to him, she was the biggest reason he was kept around.
Ben was a good kid but hadn’t proved anything yet, except that he was a hit with the children. Clementine’s childish affection towards him was enough to keep Lee defending him. And when Lee spoke, it had some affect.
Here is what I know: You drink your coffee black and we are afraid of each other. Once you kissed my neck in front of your friends and it made me very shy. Once you kissed my stomach and I started crying. I see the tender way you touch things and want to kiss your nose but I keep my mouth to myself. Your collarbones are craters big enough to fit my fist into. You are the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in months. I was not good to the last person I loved so I punished my heart (I let it break and bleed out then roughly sewed it back together.) It is hard to write poems when I only know how to fuck you. I am always trying. I am thinking of Somedays. I am saying goodbye. You asked why I never write anything honest so I am writing you this.“ - Clementine Von Radics, As Often As Miracles
“No, I’m not ok. But I haven’t been ok since I was 11, maybe 12. I am still here though. I’m still breathing. For me, sometimes, that will have to be enough.” -Clementine von Radics…my anxiety has been on all time high with many changes and shifts , stability is key specially when you are #migrant , #queer and always searching for home… #femmesofcolor #artist #qtpoc #qwoc
Well, my three are involved in the Freddy Fazbear’s [Five nights at Freddie’s] pizzeria chain. The first is Sylvester Morris. He’s a little full of himself, but has great style and great hair. [He’s my icon] He’s a nightguard. My second is Clementine Thwaites. She’s in her last year of Highschool. She’s…not the brightest spoon in the drawer, but she’s extremely optimistic. She’s a waitress on work experience. My last is Carmel Akihiko. She has terrible OCD and social anxiety, for fear of the germs that other people may carry. When she warms up to another, she becomes less fearful. She died in the pizzeria, and her spirit haunts the carousel in the Kid’s Cove, trapped there for all eternity…..unless, y'know, I do an alternate universe RP, which I think this would end up being!
I got hit with a broken beer bottle and it took like a literal chunk out of my hand the width of the glass on a bottle and like the size of a clementine wedge aand now I legit have this slice of flesh just gone and let me tell u. U truly do not know what you have until it’s gone….