Libby Rindal – Selected Snapchats (Presented by Virgin Mobile)

                Libby Rindal wakes up. Documentation is provided. Her need to shower is displayed to the world in mere pieces of imagery. Text beneath her emphasizes the good work she does in remaining viable in the world of the rural Pacific Northwest. Further showing off her location is a strange photo of an attractive looking man with a fish head. Everything in the rural Pacific Northwest involves a fish in one way or another. Pieces of art sell for thousands of dollars based around a single well-sculpted image of a fish. Her ability to find it in her room without presumably her permission is thus completely unsurprising. 

                “You’re a poem” is a good pickup line. Libby Rindal shares it with her snapchat viewers. They record this line in their memories and hopefully use it successfully for casual encounters. Birthdays are great forms of casual encounters. Every year a year encroaches on a person helping them add one to whatever there is might be making them better understand the aging process. Fortunately Libby Rindal is young enough to realize that she is many years away from having to have any kind of adult responsibility. Individuals far older than her continue to shirk responsibility as if they owe it money. In the case of student loans they literally do. 

                Grandmothers are knowledgeable about death. Libby Rindal’s grandmother talks to her about death. Thankfully it is Libby Rindal’s grandmother and not some random morbid grandmother. Darkness is much easier to deal with when it is coming from a loved one friend and family. Onion rings are circles of dead onion that people enjoy. Most food comes from living creatures except that special chemistry kind of stuff. PEZ for example comes from an abstract chemical formula that is better off not being understood at all. 

                A crisis is a good thing to have on a beautiful day. Such things are the punctuation marks of life. Not all crises are bad. Right crises can change a life finally moving it forward after years of delay. Computer crashes can be seen as bad. From a positive point of view a computer crash offers a person an opportunity to go outside and expose themselves to the beautiful natural world. Thanks to the beauty of nature teenagers can have awkward dates together that can successfully go nowhere. Plenty of dates end up that way. 

                Drunken emails are terrible things that reveal the damaged mind. They can explore language from the point of view of broken perspective. Yes such things can happen and Libby Rindal makes them happen.

Libby Rindal – Selected Snapchats (Presented by Virgin Mobile)

                Libby Rindal wakes up. Documentation is provided. Her need to shower is displayed to the world in mere pieces of imagery. Text beneath her emphasizes the good work she does in remaining viable in the world of the rural Pacific Northwest. Further showing off her location is a strange photo of an attractive looking man with a fish head. Everything in the rural Pacific Northwest involves a fish in one way or another. Pieces of art sell for thousands of dollars based around a single well-sculpted image of a fish. Her ability to find it in her room without presumably her permission is thus completely unsurprising. 

                “You’re a poem” is a good pickup line. Libby Rindal shares it with her snapchat viewers. They record this line in their memories and hopefully use it successfully for casual encounters. Birthdays are great forms of casual encounters. Every year a year encroaches on a person helping them add one to whatever there is might be making them better understand the aging process. Fortunately Libby Rindal is young enough to realize that she is many years away from having to have any kind of adult responsibility. Individuals far older than her continue to shirk responsibility as if they owe it money. In the case of student loans they literally do. 

                Grandmothers are knowledgeable about death. Libby Rindal’s grandmother talks to her about death. Thankfully it is Libby Rindal’s grandmother and not some random morbid grandmother. Darkness is much easier to deal with when it is coming from a loved one friend and family. Onion rings are circles of dead onion that people enjoy. Most food comes from living creatures except that special chemistry kind of stuff. PEZ for example comes from an abstract chemical formula that is better off not being understood at all. 

                A crisis is a good thing to have on a beautiful day. Such things are the punctuation marks of life. Not all crises are bad. Right crises can change a life finally moving it forward after years of delay. Computer crashes can be seen as bad. From a positive point of view a computer crash offers a person an opportunity to go outside and expose themselves to the beautiful natural world. Thanks to the beauty of nature teenagers can have awkward dates together that can successfully go nowhere. Plenty of dates end up that way. 

                Drunken emails are terrible things that reveal the damaged mind. They can explore language from the point of view of broken perspective. Yes such things can happen and Libby Rindal makes them happen.

Art Goes Here by Libby Rindal 


                Sleep is the ultimate recovery position. After the pain of the waking life there are dreams to soothe anguish. Everybody’s dreams are a bit different. Common themes exist however. Begging to demons only happens in real life. In the dream world demons can be defeated. Real life requires some deals with the devil, the demon’s immediate supervisor. Those interactions are kept to a minimum for the good ones. Bad ones have entirely different coping mechanisms. 

                Water burns off the sobriety. Smokers are smokestacks. They are part of the whole smoking-industrial complex. Every cloud of smoke brings a new amount of feeling. Exhaling in general brings out feeling. Cigarettes only extenuate those feelings. Hence this is why so many EMO kids smoke all the time. EMO kids breathe and want to see their feelings simply dissipate away. 

                Laundry is an important part of life. Every time the laundry piles up there is a reason. Of course laziness is usually the main reason. Distance is another. Many are unfortunate with their proximity to a Laundromat. A small (yet vocal) few prefer to wallow around in their own filth. Seeing the souls of clothes and times past does have a certain ‘connection’. There is a reason pairs of jeans are typically washed only a few times a year, if that. Jeans are the skanks of the wardrobe. 

                 Paint chip fall from the walls. Unfortunately paint chips are not suitable for human consumption despite their usage of the word ‘chip. The word ‘chip’ is a lie. Walls lie to people. Coats of paint let people down as they fall down on the residents. As the paint chips fall the heart falls deep into itself. Hearts possess a concave shape. Unknown geographies of the heart have never been mapped. Those fortunate enough to have heart maps tend to forget what happened the last time. Lucky few have the heart maps memorized and know where they are on the map. 

                Cocoons attract. Beds are made for cocoons. Various bedding styles can be employed for any bedroom. With a simple twist boring ordinary blankets can protect the sleeper from the world. This is critical. Protection from ills is important. Reality brings too many problems. In dream worlds there are no problems that can’t be solved. Nothing means anything in the dream world. Hence the things are perfect by design. Problems within the dream world are illuminated with the cruel harsh light of reality and the blasting of an alarm, an AM radio set to static. 

                Dogs are man’s best friends. Cats are killers. When a person dies their cats eat them. It is an unwritten rule. Seemingly disinterested in the world during their owner’s life, in death cats love the human jerky they gnaw upon. Cats don’t care. After cats are done eating the rotting remains of their owners they take a nap for they have no morals. The devil loves cats. Looking at a cat eat a dead person is beautiful to the devil. The devil is an aging YUPPIE living alone in an aging townhouse working an office job. 

                Ghosts kiss people all the time. Ghosts are a little turned on by life. During a typical person’s dream they are kissed by five ghosts, groped by two, and dry-humped by one. There’s not much to do in the afterlife. In that way it is not dissimilar to real life.

Art Goes Here by Libby Rindal

                Sleep is the ultimate recovery position. After the pain of the waking life there are dreams to soothe anguish. Everybody’s dreams are a bit different. Common themes exist however. Begging to demons only happens in real life. In the dream world demons can be defeated. Real life requires some deals with the devil, the demon’s immediate supervisor. Those interactions are kept to a minimum for the good ones. Bad ones have entirely different coping mechanisms. 

                Water burns off the sobriety. Smokers are smokestacks. They are part of the whole smoking-industrial complex. Every cloud of smoke brings a new amount of feeling. Exhaling in general brings out feeling. Cigarettes only extenuate those feelings. Hence this is why so many EMO kids smoke all the time. EMO kids breathe and want to see their feelings simply dissipate away. 

                Laundry is an important part of life. Every time the laundry piles up there is a reason. Of course laziness is usually the main reason. Distance is another. Many are unfortunate with their proximity to a Laundromat. A small (yet vocal) few prefer to wallow around in their own filth. Seeing the souls of clothes and times past does have a certain ‘connection’. There is a reason pairs of jeans are typically washed only a few times a year, if that. Jeans are the skanks of the wardrobe. 

                 Paint chip fall from the walls. Unfortunately paint chips are not suitable for human consumption despite their usage of the word ‘chip. The word ‘chip’ is a lie. Walls lie to people. Coats of paint let people down as they fall down on the residents. As the paint chips fall the heart falls deep into itself. Hearts possess a concave shape. Unknown geographies of the heart have never been mapped. Those fortunate enough to have heart maps tend to forget what happened the last time. Lucky few have the heart maps memorized and know where they are on the map. 

                Cocoons attract. Beds are made for cocoons. Various bedding styles can be employed for any bedroom. With a simple twist boring ordinary blankets can protect the sleeper from the world. This is critical. Protection from ills is important. Reality brings too many problems. In dream worlds there are no problems that can’t be solved. Nothing means anything in the dream world. Hence the things are perfect by design. Problems within the dream world are illuminated with the cruel harsh light of reality and the blasting of an alarm, an AM radio set to static. 

                Dogs are man’s best friends. Cats are killers. When a person dies their cats eat them. It is an unwritten rule. Seemingly disinterested in the world during their owner’s life, in death cats love the human jerky they gnaw upon. Cats don’t care. After cats are done eating the rotting remains of their owners they take a nap for they have no morals. The devil loves cats. Looking at a cat eat a dead person is beautiful to the devil. The devil is an aging YUPPIE living alone in an aging townhouse working an office job. 

                Ghosts kiss people all the time. Ghosts are a little turned on by life. During a typical person’s dream they are kissed by five ghosts, groped by two, and dry-humped by one. There’s not much to do in the afterlife. In that way it is not dissimilar to real life.

I’M DANIEL ALEXANDER AND I’M WRITING A BOOK by Libby Rindal


                Libby speaks to all the bored people of America. She tells them “Put down the video game and give a hoot, read a book”. Nobody takes her up on this offer. Building a railroad out of her ribcage is a great thing. Usually the ribcage is used as a xylophone in cartoons. Her new usage makes more sense as public transportation is wonderful. People love Libby’s intoxicating ‘Eau Du Bowling Alley’ smell. Bowling alleys are the birth places of dreams. Here Libby can seduce countless pin jockeys with her sweet words. Only thing she wants is her hair to remain clean. With a shampoo/conditioner hybrid that’s easy enough to do. 

                Sweet dreams are not made from Libby’s imagination. Swimming in a dream indicates that the person must continue to go forward. Libby’s grandmother convinces her that life is worth living, and then she repeatedly stabs her in the back to confirm this is what life is all about. Getting stabbed in the back is part of growing up. When somebody doesn’t get stabbed in the back well by golly that’s a swell day! Unfortunately Libby’s cellphone rudely awakens her from this pleasant dream. The lesson of the dream is clear: not to swim naked. If somebody swims naked they should expect a knife in the back. 

                Deities explain everything. Libby wishes there was a deity to explain how people look at her. What Libby doesn’t realize is that she herself is a deity because she is a true goddess. Many envy the way Libby listens to ominous 80s music. In the 80s lots of things were ominous since Reagan wanted it that way. Reagan was big into the occult. At least Libby’s diet is going well. Though dead skin and fingernails may appear to be an extreme diet it is just another part of growing up. Anxiety needs a diet why not dead things. 

                Crying paint is a rare skill. Libby cries paint all over her bed, probably because she’s the deity of paint. Nobody told her this fact. She had to learn it on her own. So while Libby can’t cry anybody a river, in a three day period she cries enough paint to paint both a living room and kitchen. That’s not easy. Her little brother isn’t easy either. By calling things ‘stupid’ Libby’s brother fails to see the beauty of stupidity. Ignorance is a hell of a drug. People get high off of their stupidity every day. They are called ‘teachers’. 

                By the end everything crumbles except Libby. Libby is tough, built Ford-tough. She is like a rock, oh yeah, like a rock. Libby Rindal is the Chevy Pickup truck of alt lit.       

I’M DANIEL ALEXANDER AND I’M WRITING A BOOK by Libby Rindal

                Libby speaks to all the bored people of America. She tells them “Put down the video game and give a hoot, read a book”. Nobody takes her up on this offer. Building a railroad out of her ribcage is a great thing. Usually the ribcage is used as a xylophone in cartoons. Her new usage makes more sense as public transportation is wonderful. People love Libby’s intoxicating ‘Eau Du Bowling Alley’ smell. Bowling alleys are the birth places of dreams. Here Libby can seduce countless pin jockeys with her sweet words. Only thing she wants is her hair to remain clean. With a shampoo/conditioner hybrid that’s easy enough to do. 

                Sweet dreams are not made from Libby’s imagination. Swimming in a dream indicates that the person must continue to go forward. Libby’s grandmother convinces her that life is worth living, and then she repeatedly stabs her in the back to confirm this is what life is all about. Getting stabbed in the back is part of growing up. When somebody doesn’t get stabbed in the back well by golly that’s a swell day! Unfortunately Libby’s cellphone rudely awakens her from this pleasant dream. The lesson of the dream is clear: not to swim naked. If somebody swims naked they should expect a knife in the back. 

                Deities explain everything. Libby wishes there was a deity to explain how people look at her. What Libby doesn’t realize is that she herself is a deity because she is a true goddess. Many envy the way Libby listens to ominous 80s music. In the 80s lots of things were ominous since Reagan wanted it that way. Reagan was big into the occult. At least Libby’s diet is going well. Though dead skin and fingernails may appear to be an extreme diet it is just another part of growing up. Anxiety needs a diet why not dead things. 

                Crying paint is a rare skill. Libby cries paint all over her bed, probably because she’s the deity of paint. Nobody told her this fact. She had to learn it on her own. So while Libby can’t cry anybody a river, in a three day period she cries enough paint to paint both a living room and kitchen. That’s not easy. Her little brother isn’t easy either. By calling things ‘stupid’ Libby’s brother fails to see the beauty of stupidity. Ignorance is a hell of a drug. People get high off of their stupidity every day. They are called ‘teachers’. 

                By the end everything crumbles except Libby. Libby is tough, built Ford-tough. She is like a rock, oh yeah, like a rock. Libby Rindal is the Chevy Pickup truck of alt lit.