June 2013
i had hoped to build this moth a little leaf-filled area to rest in til death
but now it’s downstairs pinned to a piece of cardboard
what can ya do?
but i really found a female cecropia moth dying on the ground in the park
just another day at the office
“is that giant skeleton a negroid or a caucasoid?”
“my retarded granddaughter told me about it. says you’ve got a lot of stuff for the retards.”
“there’s a blood-stained mourning ribbon with her name on it.”
“JESUS CHRIST, WHY DOES EVERYTHING HAVE TO BE SO DIFFICULT?!” screams a man (in cargo shorts and sandals) after i catch him trying to leave an open, full can of soda in the middle of the lobby floor
an old man with an SS tattoo just wished me a happy father’s day
