Taylor the Teacher

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Elton is my old pal. ~who’d have thought i could overlook the name “elton”~ I used to make my mom set a place at the table for him when I was very young. ~mommieee, where’s elton john gonna sit? we weren’t on a first-name basis back then~ That’s because, as my most favored imaginary friend, he always ate dinner with us. I don’t remember this, but my mother told me the story and I believe her.

I scratched the shit out of those old LPs. I didn’t know at the time how fleeting they were, so I played them till they bled. I devoured the jackets. Madman Across the Water is my very favorite ~for reasons that would take a long, strange trip in my head to understand~ but Goodbye Yellow Brick Road was a close second. Funeral for a Friend is coupled with Love Lies Bleeding on that album.

When Kitty Cat sent me this email today, I took it as her LLL to my FFaF:

i’m going to have to face facts. there’s just no pretending any longer. for a while, i was able to convince myself that the situation was workable and no action was necessary. but it seems i was wrong. and now i’m going to have to do something about it.

it’s time to buy some dry erase markers.

my precious collection, accumulated over the years and displayed brightly in my painted tin, has dwindled to two overworked and exhausted options. i’ve tried to convince them that it’s not as dire as it seems - we still have each other, and with a little bit of TEAMWORK, BABY! - the three of us could make it until june. but magenta feels differently, and let me know in no uncertain terms today that THESE CONDITIONS ARE UNACCEPTABLE. i’m not sure where she gets her sense of entitlement - black is surely getting the worst of the abuse - but for reasons undisclosed she simply up and quit today. and now black and i are looking at each other with that kind of resignation i suppose parents feel when the last child has moved out . . . like, that was fun, but now what?

once i loved the smell of new markers, and before that, the fall of dust from fresh chalk. but now the process of purchasing school supplies seems pointless and even upsetting.

like ordering roses for a funeral.

Isn’t she the cutest smartass?