Walter Kitundu- Obsessed with film noir, Janelle Monae, and Prince, you’re no man, but a fourteen year old dancing with your uprising into adulthood. Good thing that tree house keeps your parent’s prying eyes at bay while you carve out the facets of your identity. It’s the only place you can really be yourself isn’t it? School is a bore and full of brutes who couldn’t find style on a multiple choice test. Give it time… in 8 years people will be fighting for tickets to your show.
Elitrea Frye- you are worth millions in your virtual identity…infamous club owner in the MMORPG online interactive gaming world…in this virtual world you started with lots of money, but gambled it all away, and became virtually homeless…it was very interesting to you that in the physical world you went to your job, and no one ever knew your virtual alias…at work you are very quiet, you wear a tie and a neat ponytail…a dress shirt, and slacks…you work unnoticed…at home you become digital, and have to hustle up money for your big dream…you are going to show the people that you are king of the night scene…it took you 5 years, ultimately of working 2 jobs…your day job and your night job…as you built up your online kingdom, you would hear your co-workers in you day job ask each other if they were going to one of your legendary parties, and they never knew it was you…it made your work day better…in the virtual world, you learned confidence…in the virtual world…your dreams come true…
Jade Brooks- a queen. making a palace of a bed on the floor.
KB Boyce- A *drag* queen, from the looks of it..
Larry Wessel- Kojak + Dr. Evil + Hugh Hefner
Naima Dean- it was always a challenge, determining how I’d get past him and through to the other side. One never knows the outcome, but must exercise the most crafty of tactics to attain the treasure that lies on the other side. At times, you must cross to the other side to get to the other side. He was the master of all sides….or so he said.
Beth Moore-Love- ghost of a bisons’ revenge
Dianne Hoffman- always slipped a velvet tip favorably.
Janaki Ranpura- people have a boy-next-door attractiveness and others are beautiful like you, riveting and volatile. Like you’ve stepped out of a Goya etching and it’s still clinging to you, like you’re wearing monster ears when, in fact, it’s just the way your hair is. I have no idea why you’re so cruel. It’s your gambling chip, all this pent-up violence, though neither of us know yet what you’re going to use it for, whether it’s going to be a street deal or an assassination or something much bigger. And I’m hopeless to do anything but help.
Brandi Brandes- Beta Runway, taking fashion risks head-on and wearing them like a blue collar that will chug all your micro-brews and white collar that will pilfer your pension. Either way, all ways, you are stupid in Love basically because you know the kitty-cat look is not for pussies.
Danny Cao- art deco cowardly lion from the wizard of oz
Chompunutt Mayta- I see someone who’s outwardly flamboyant yet inwardly concealing others and possibly himself from being discovered.
In a plastic bottle on a grubby carpet is green tea, lightly sweetened.
Apricot slices next to cigarette butts.
Romance novels stacked on top of books of poetry stacked beside cognitive science paperbacks, arranged by size. The stacks form a perimeter in the middle of which is the sleeping space. Outside of which are small dark piles of dirt and sagging curtains and dirty clothes. There is a lamp for reading. The light, however, is fading in this room, and the flashing marquees of Madison Square Garden cut through the blind and flicker over ocre walls, over playbills with pen notes on post-its.
Squares of seaweed baked in olive oil. A folded-over tarp and a grimy flannel sleeping bag. A baggie full of change. A baseball cap over a guitar in the corner.
This is the room of an NYU professor. This is the room of a precocious teenage runaway from New Jersey. In this room, a student from China places romance novels and playbills around her as a barrier to prevent herself from being a successful engineer. In this room, a kid who thinks he’s part of the Beat Generation, but in 2015, wonders why he’s stranded between foil-wrapped organic snacks and heroine. For this anachronism, this white whale, the struggle between the parents that made him and the parent he’s becoming is not as apparent as it is to us based on this stage set of his life. –Janaki Ranpura
describing a future galactic vision for the universe? –Jade Brooks
The memory of the event is as vivid as we paint it. –Chompunutt Mayta
“Boundaries, fences, appear solid, but they are actually fluid.” –Julie Lindow
barbershop (or the window at lucky m) on kearney street talking story. delano, alaska, frisco –Paul yamazaki
“for real tho, football charm on her bracelet looked like this big word ta muva, that window pain had this fool triiipin, respect your psychedelics and stay away from NFL wifeys is all i’m sayin…” –Bryan Butler
Literary gangbanger throwing up signs on behalf of August Wilson!! Yes!!!! -David Boyce
Wears a shirt saying “fences” because he secretly loves August Wilson’s play, but in Guldingville, Ohio, theater is from Gay Outer Space, so he says “fences” is the name of his cousin-in-laws Landscaping biz Works in auto shop specializing in hard to find parts for Euro sports cars—-a “safely” hetero way to indulge a love of design, aptness, & elegance.
Loves pussy but hasn’t heard you can love pussy and aesthetics at same time……………..
hat always echoes color of outfit in an interesting way….. -Emily Carter
Told them youngstas to call it Straight Outta Compton. –Kevin carnes
Boohaabian Barber Shop Owner. –Broun Fellnis
An idea man. He’s halfway through the book but it’s all coming together. We’re fucked. But like Kierkegaard said, art redeems, man. He has the same outfit in six colors. –Jennifer Seymore Montgomery
This is so beautiful. A vision of spirit. He takes refuge in himself and something much greater and older than he, comet fire. –Jade Brooks
Takes more to see than to be.
He takes this to church for show and tell. Because he’s not that good at telling; he’s not that good at words. The Americans get this, though; it’s a story even the men know. With these no-words, his eloquence touches everybody. By the evening, he gets lonely. He goes to the bar. He notices that while his book is open, no one shouts loudly. – Janaki Ranpura
translator. –Dave Mihaly
You’re a fine family man who left a fine family legacy. –Brenda Yodice
your own proud grandpa, for sure. subtle sense of humor and enjoys games. –Elaine Kahn
My name is Djibril. I live in Conakry, Guinea. I’ll get you safely across the island to your home during the power cuts when the darkness makes you navigate by the smell of the Marché Madina. Safety in numbers my friend. Even if the number is only two. –Walter Kitundu
This is a mysterious encounter with one of the Seraphims. –Darius James
You make way more in tips than your salary. –Kevin Carnes
This one freaks me out. Because I imagine that you talk a lot and are really friendly and I feel inept and unable to keep up and get flustered and just end up smiling stupidly hoping I’m not being offensive. –Elaine Kahn
this guy loves talking on the corner. loves his hometown. the unofficial mayor, you know? –Jade Brooks
Imagine, you’re looking for a taxi and you find this figure standing on a desolate Manhattan street at night. It’s a performance artist, you think, busking for dollars. Or, yuppie/hipster scum that you are, you think dark skin. It’s obviously a trick. It wants your flashy new iWatch and selfie-stick. But, to your own surprise, it’s none of these. The figure approaches and asks where you going? You blink several times, confused, realizing you have no idea where you are. And, through the evening’s sogginess of drugs and alcohol, it takes you a moment to remember where you are going. You raise your hand to object but the figure tells you your street address. There is no car. You stare blankly. Yeah, he says, we’re gonna walk. Stunned, you follow. You find these streets strange and are afraid but are oddly comforted by this figure’s presence. People wave from bodegas and the Halal meat carts. Winos share a slug of Wild-Eye. Knots of junkies crowd around, ask if you’re ok, need anything (and their not talking about dope). You’re bewildered, continue walking in the figure’s smiling if silent presence. Oddly, you feel safe. You feel a centered and calm. A key clicks in a lock. A door opens and you realize you are now at home. You turn, smiling, reaching for the bills you planned to pay the Uber driver, but the driver is gone. You detect the lingering smell of Jasmine and Frankincense. –Darius James
I’m combating my frustration
with exceptional radiation.
Coz in the end
I want a friend.
I’ll make whatever decision
will neutralize my mission
and let you feel you can
take my hand.
Just a minute
can begin it ~~
Has: MANicure (buff, no polish, square tips)
A joke for every occasion
A skateboard, medium use
Likes: his best friend, more than is cool
Esquerita is out there in the arena. Tearin’ up his piano. Wearin’ his rhinestones and Cuban kicks. Kids are goin’ crazy tonight. Listenin’ to that new music. Rock-n-roll. Esquerita is screaming like a freight train. Good thing these kids like some wrastlin’ with their rollin’. Good for me, too, puttin’ these rock-n-roll acts on the wresting circuit. We make more money. They got me, the Yellow Peril, squared off against Glamour-Boy Floyd, the so-called East-Coast Billionaire. And I’m gonna kick his ass out of his red, white and blue star-spangled tights! –Darius James
Heavy Metal guitar legend Bhuto Rhastin. The first to use your own hair for guitar strings which gives you your signature sound. Eric Clapton is believed to have stolen some of your hair for his recording of Laila. -Kevin Carnes
Regal Thizz face –Rafael Bustamante Sarria
“Kiss my hairy ass.” –Julie Lindow
Side talker Mongol Man O’War –Wendy Ultan
The character “Pluto” deleted from the original version of Wes Craven’s “The Hills Have Eyes” (1977) as requested by the ratings board. Pluto is the Roman name for Hades, god of the Underworld, land of the dead. As depicted in the film, Pluto demonstrated such wanton, stomach-turning savagery, and in such explicit and graphic detail, his child killing brutality was deemed inappropriate for even the most jaded of grindhouse cinema goers. A ratings board member reportedly said, “I can’t give it enough Xs!” –Darius James
Ok. I see Drosophilia Rex, ronin kingpin at the MIT media labs dropping the 411 on a new input for all your platform needs. Except this one is powered by a drum, not a keyboard. You see, Rex is the man whose plan is nothing less than to asymmetrically overflow the status that is quo via an electronic application of the rhythm and the blue – literally, with haptic response screens accessed by tablas – so that the beat flows through the wires and into your lizard brain thus creating the conditions necessary for, if not freedom, then, at least – some surcease…–Michael Wharton
Drosophilia Rex clearly sees how present day uses of technology have been motivated by an impulse to proclaim oneself god and displaced poor and non-white populations. He has taken a reverse strategy by utilizing the principles that those displaced communities have used to their collective advantage: By creating new technologies out the refuse of the discarded, pre-existing ones. He creates technologies out of necessity for the sake of collective survival. –Darius James
You come from a tribe of Boohaabians who possess a series of tone poems used to open the stone gates at the Oasis Of Phun. –Broun Fellinis
You’re the guy I always seem to, un-wantingly, attract! –Naima Dean
This guy I have no idea. I have a feeling he got kicked out of his motorcycle club and now has some goth friends, but everybody is a little on edge when he talks about Game of Thrones. -Leah Johnston