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perfect heart

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Mike Goodlett’s farmhouse near Wilmore, KY.

Making sculptures…

Plans.

Olivia slept through our entire visit.

Mantel #1.

Mantel #2.

Paper sculpture ceiling. 

Self portrait titled, “I’m upstairs in Mike Goodlett’s home.”

More plans.

Sofia shows Mike her National Geographic magazine. 

Mike Goodlett

On a recent trip to Kentucky, Phillip March Jones brought me and the girls out to Mike Goodlett’s home and studio near the little town of Wilmore. We drove for about an hour and ended up in the middle of nowhere. There was  a post office, a church, and pretty hanging baskets of flowers lining the roads, and not much more.

Mike lives at the end of a small gravel road in a house that was part of his grandparent’s farm from 1930 to 1970. He moved into the home in 1990, and has been living and making art there for over two decades.

Walking into Mike’s home is surreal. The house itself is beautiful and dream-like but feels even more fantastic with white plaster sculptures lining the floor and resting in windowsills. The walls are covered with beautiful drawings and delicate paper sculptures grow from the ceiling. It was late afternoon when we arrived and sunlight washed in and out of the rooms during our visit. The living room was glowing as we said our goodbyes.  

Lately Mike has been working on these sculptures that I love so much. He designs spandex fabric molds to make the etherial forms. They knock me out. The sculptures and drawings seem to be connected, and seeing them together made me appreciate it all even more.

Mike says of his work, “I’m trying to understand how objects become satisfying substitutes for real things using sexual fetish objects as an example.”

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Shoes at Chanel Haute Couture Spring 2014

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man.

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I am so, so, so, so, shy, I am so shy, so so fucking fuck fucking fucking shy, fuck.

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someday I'd like for one of the famous guys that I date to actually follow me back on twitter

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(image: maurieandeve)

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The Big Book of Online MEMES by Rainbow Brown

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one of my pubic hairs has split ends

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{BEAUTIFUL//[PLACE]} LOCALE 1 “HERE NOW” DREAM SEQUENCE #2 FRIDAYTHE13TH AMILOSINGMYFUCKINGMIND

AM I LOSING MY FUCKING MIND

AM I LOSING MY FUCKING MIND

NOTHING MAKES SENSE ANYMORE

I CAN HARDLY THINK

I CAN FEEL THE GEARS GRINDING 

AND I CAN SEE IT BEFORE IT HAPPENS

BUT CAN’T REMEMBER IT AFTER IT DOES.

TWON’T BE LONG NOW, I CAN FEEL IT.

I’VE LOST MY MIND.

[HOME STRETCH]

[A BEAUTIFUL PLACE]

One kitten, this one hates you.

Two kittens, this one is brown with sensitive skin and thinks you’re a piece of shit.

Three kittens, this is the one who spread a bunch of rumors about you. You can’t remember which ones are true and which ones are not.

Four kittens, WOW!

Five kittens, this one used to yell at you. This one used to make you shake with rage. By yourself. Alone. In the room at your aunt’s house that no one ever went in. The room you almost choked to death in.

Six kittens, oh God. You can’t remember what it was, but this kitten used to do something to you when you were a child that made you feel very uncomfortable. A feeling you still remember.

Seven kittens, this one looks like you. It wants to love you but for some reason you are disgusted by it. 

Eight kittens, 

9 kittens,

Ten kittens,

11 kittens, THIS CAT KEEPS HAVING FUCKING KITTENS.

Twelve kittens. Eight through twelve don’t matter very much and you don’t care why.

13 kittens. This one thinks you need to handle your finances better. This one sees straight through the self defeating prophecy that is your existence. 

14 kittens. Christ, another one? Such a large litter from such an old cat.

The fourteenth kitten is gorgeous. With big brown eyes and dark, flowing hair. This kitten holds you when you’re upset, enjoys the things you do for her, fucks the shit out of you, and fills you full of hope.

iN MY HANDS I’M HOLDING A PICTURE OF THE LAST KITTEN AND ITISSOBEAUTIFULTHISKITTENISSOBEAUTIFUL.

SOBEAUTIFULSOBEAUTIFULSOBEAUTIFULLOSINGYOURMINDSOBEAUTIFULKITTEN

STOP _

The words ‘so beautiful’ echoed through my head for what seemed like a miniature eternity. A short, blissful, relieving eternity. They echoed until they grew further and further away, and my vision returned. I opened my eyes and consciousness swept through my body, my stiff outstretched limbs twitching to life. I was lying on my back, eyes transfixed on NOTHING IN PARTICULAR, just the grey, wet sky. I was on my back in a pool of water in the street. Slowly, painfully, I sat up. 

How long had I been out? Where were the people? Where was the world?

I felt cold first.

The rain drizzled softly on my head as I stood up and turned in a circle, inspecting my surroundings. Secondly, I felt fear. I did not like the feeling of being alone. For some reason, although there were

no signs of life

in any direction, I felt

a thousand eyes

piercing the very fabrics of my heart, of my insides. If I were more well-read I would give you an allusion to a piece of writing that actually matters in this world//however, I cannot.

Then, the fear abruptly melted away as the eyes closed and I was no longer being watched. It was as if I had been accepted into a world full of ghosts and the beacon of my crossing had faded. The ghosts returned to their tasks, whatever it is that ghosts do with their time.

I spread my arms and twirled in the street, letting the cool rain run down my face. Oh, such relief! The pain, the suffering of my former life. It had ended! I was overjoyed to be in such a beautiful place, alone. By myself. The grey skies smiled down at me as I marched down the street, toward my former home. The sun was setting, and one by one, as I passed beneath them, the streetlights flickered and glowed to life, illuminating my path - the road grew blacker and blacker as I approached my house.

At last, I stood in place as I looked up the driveway at my home. I did not know why, but I felt the need to go inside. Such a beautiful place! I climbed my driveway and hopped up the stairs to my porch, standing in front of my front door. Beautiful place! Beautiful place! The happiness rang in my ears. 

I 

opened

the

front door. 

Overtaken with a putrid stench, I fell to my knees, eyes burning. In the living room on the sofa was the corpse of a dead animal. It’s soft tissues were in the mid stages of decay, it’s eyelids rotted and open, exposing the empty sacks of pus and maggots that were once its eyeballs. Words cannot describe how terrible this animal was. From upstairs I heard screams, which reverberated through the house, being swept and amplified by the hardwood floors. I began to cry, the streetlights behind me in the street all flickering out, leaving me in the dimly moonlit rain. 

The screams continued, but soon they too faded into the distance, or darkness, leaving only the sounds of the rain on the wooden deck and on the blacktop below. Florescent lights buzzed into existence, inviting me into the dark yet strangely comforting home. I closed my eyes and when I opened them, the animal was gone, and the screams had started again - this time as hungry meows from what sounded like an entire litter of kittens! Happily, I pranced into the house and hopped up the stairs toward my bedroom. The door was already open, and in an open cardboard box in the middle of the empty w00d paneled room, there was a blanket with 13 meowing kittens cuddled up on it. Softly, as not to scare them, I crept up to the box. Some were prettier than others, all of them were different shades of grey and brown and white and black. Lovingly, I adored them and picked up each one, stroking it softly. 

Until I heard a crunch. tHE CRUNCH OF bONES. My mouth fell open and my eyes fell to the floor. Beneath my foot was a crumbled brown body, of the most adorable and beautiful kitten I had ever seen. I had stepped on it, crushing it’s little paws and its back. Somehow it clung to life, it’s pained and broken cries like bashing your head against a tree. 

The lights dimmed once more and I heard it say, I still love you. 

It’s ok, I still love you. It cried. 

I was horrified. Horrified at myself. Horrified for this beautiful creature I had harmed. 

I’m… so sorry.I stammered. I… didn’t see you there. 

It’s ok, she whispered. I still love you.

She was obviously mortally wounded. I picked her up, causing her to cry out in pain. I looked deeply into her big brown eyes and saw tears welling up in them, which caused my eyes to burn as well. I felt a lump form in my throat as she continued to whimper in pain, her broken body limp in my arms. 

I didn’t mean to… I whispered. I love you too… 

Softly, I placed the kitten on the floor. I knew what I had to do.

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the thought of humans in cocoons gave me goosebumps - remember that