SWAY PRESS VOLUME ONE
happens this is the sort of thing that sways to and fro.
Temple washes up on a beach in 1991. That’s life. One moment it is the present,
the next the past. Nostalgia is nothing more than flashbacks of the past.
Falling asleep with the lights on sounds particularly kinky, that is positively
obscene. Some crazy bro dared to mock Moon Temple’s work. Calling anybody’s
work ‘half-baked’ seems harsh. Encouragement needs to be a bigger part of life.
Here the crazy bro is obviously not living the life, but rather sleeping for
$100 a month in a crawl space. Youth is full of incredible poverty.
Schilling explores the psyche of Martin. Martin is essentially a loser. Well
that’s not true he is a loser. People hit him up for non-existent favors.
Artists make relatively little money and Martin is a testament to that.
Business cards are his calling cards of failure. For those few one on one
conversations people get much more hostile. While this should make him feel
better it does quite the opposite. He dreams of Popeye and what an abject
failure Popeye was. Strangely Martin feels better knowing that Popeye exists,
gets beat up all the time, and is essentially worthless.
has sex with anonymous strangers for money. Peterbd is a filthy prostitute.
Everybody loves Peterbd. In this instance Peterbd earns some serious cash
making love to somebody’s wife. The wife enjoys biting ears. Jerry, the
husband, gets a bit of a pep talk from Peterbd about how he should leave his
wife. Jerry will never do this and it makes Peterbd sad, but not too sad since
Peterbd made $200 having sex.
Islam enjoys shitty EMO pop. That’s good. That’s a sign of growing up. With
maturity comes the love of EMO. Age makes it harder to experience real
emotions. That’s why there is music. Music is a ‘placeholder’ for real
emotions, like teeth are placeholders for fake teeth. At some point everyone
loses their teeth. It is part of growing up.
Daroom accuses the past of being a cannibal. This is a serious accusation.
Every time the past bites it takes hunks of pleasure out of the future. People
hide in the present for this very reason. Drunk dials are the ultimate forms of
affection. If drunk dials didn’t exist the world would have ended a long time
ago. Loneliness when drunk can make others feel so much better.
Lee remembers five instances. Blind dates are great. Hundreds of millions of
people meet without knowing a darned thing about the other one. Miscommunicated
phone numbers are one of those ways. Earthquakes bring people together. Crying
does too. It is interesting to see that Hannah did not have a ‘hug-friendly’
family. There are plenty of those families out there that fail to hug.
Sometimes talking is just as good or better. Hannah ends off with discussing
people’s favorite writers, which devolves into various sexual requests.
Bower longs to escape from his current dreary surroundings. Going to South
America seems extreme. Sleeping on a piece of someone special, that’s really
important, beautiful even. At least Chris knows to keep his books at the
library. That’s critical.
Dzunko likes the bubble bath life. That never grows old. Bubbles are
mysterious. Kids love bubbles. Seeing how such thin spheres can rise up is
inspiring. If mere bubble solution can do that imagine what a person can
accomplish. Zoe thinks Florida would have been more fun. That’s patently
untrue. Florida is never enough fun. Breaking umbrellas is a good practice.
When umbrellas break they surrender to Mother Nature. The 90s were a good time
to surrender and to experience the surroundings. Love for the surroundings is
part of growing up. Greyhound makes her sad. Buses are full of sadness
traveling down highways at discounted rates.
ends it with a tale of reaching level 20. So many things can go wrong. The
beauty before the burst is quite spectacular. Here the small town life brings
joy in funny ways. Hence there is hope for the future. Politics are merely a
distraction for a bigger something. People never realize how good they really
Press does wonderful things with this collection. Large and in charge, the
writing absorbs the reader. Funny, sad, and oddly poignant, this is an
incredibly high caliber production. The pictures behind many of the pictures
only help confirm it, because a picture is worth a thousand words. And there
are thousands upon thousands of words to roam around in.