Modern Love III August 28, 2010

There’s a point there where it all works. Lil momentary pierce into my noggin that yeah, yeah, it’s all working. I’m touched all semblances and sorts of righteously by the hint of the cold working on the train. So it all finally works. Because FLASHBACK! There was a time when I took brainnote of the [...]

Modern Love II August 28, 2010

It’s all pretty simple, shortcharacter simple, pick and splat and shatted out some vague sort of oh someone just got tollld, yet can’t help lovin and munchin on the prospect of a horn stuck to your hindquarters and ending eventualwide to the whole lot of the whole fuckin universe, let us #snark and let us [...]

Modern Love I August 28, 2010

will be late sry AAAAAAANDprobably wouldn’t admit to it these days into nites, elsewise admitting to a lot more like how I am job and the accumulation of deadlines and backbreakin nuttin tasks annoying the crumbs out of the way my shirt is just so tucked in, bathroom breaks even to get it right and [...]

Hey now. Another new post. July 27, 2010

Seconding the last title like this one. Right. She was beautiful when she reached the pops kicks the bucket day, when she tried and tried to fake crying but imploded chuckling in the bathroom, while I eared the door and looked to the side, mouth in one cheek and worried, nah convinced that we’d be [...]

It’s probably time to admit there’s no time to detox. July 16, 2010

Chewing ice or trying to wring sweet out of a second of three diet sodas, it occurs that next time I shouldn’t do this so much or plan this better or at least separate time to do this better than I’ve been and probably woulda otherwise, and then well. It’s probably time to admit more. [...]

Captain Quiet July 6, 2010

…wishes importance bequeathed, showered, inherited, smack-gobbled, deep-fried, flash-frozen and all semblances and sorts of rained down on his slumped shoulders, shuffling around a cold apartment on a warm day, thinking of something, anything, everything to do other than sitting down and making self Self. That’s what you’d call a third-life crisis when the Enron silliness [...]

Hey now. A new post. May 13, 2010

Been a while. Something I’m working on: She was beautiful, the idea I fished out of toilets all molded mildewed and shitted over, the sticky crust of the stressy flaked skin stuck to the front door while I looked out at an empty parking lot, nah, nah, she was beautiful, she was meaningful, she was [...]

They achieved to be debt free. (Full version) January 11, 2010

They achieved to be debt free (by D.N. Nation), even allotting for necessary debts for the sake of long-term planning, and every little atom moved was a result of what the smart financial guys, so smart, have you heard what they said on the radio show last Thursday and, so there were all things accounted [...]

Chevy Troutman November 12, 2009

I have met Chevy Troutman in the place of my mind between starts and definitive asskicking asskissing finale, wherein bit partmen from midway through yesterday’s struggles and tomorrow’s overrated championships are dicksucked on pedestals by the Boys of Bristol except that Chevy’s offspring stopped somewhere on the Road to the Final Four and stopped on [...]

Everybody will get one November 5, 2009

(Excerpt from a book I’m on haitu…um, writing.) EVERY BODY WILL GET ONE chance, she said. Which he blew, she said. Yep, she said. Again. Like the last time he got a second chance, he blew it, because everyone only gets once chance she’d found, which meant he was one over the limit and still [...]