Another dream about the end of the world. |
Tonight's dream-A young woman comes to the door of a small ranch style home. A man and a child are living there and they greet her warmly. She has almost nothing with her, but preparations have been...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Jun 2009 00:23:00 GMT |
Wednesday Morning Love Story |
Today at the post office I met a man with a faded tattoo of his high school sweetheart on his forearm. He got it in Cuba when he was 17 and fresh out of boot camp. He said it got infected and made h...
Posted by on Wed, 20 May 2009 17:27:00 GMT |
To Ford and Back |
Utterly exhausted. Sunday and Monday were a marathon of website repair...six hours sleep for the pair of days, coffee 'til coffee didn't work anymore. Proved to myself that I'm too old for that stuf...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Mar 2009 15:49:00 GMT |
I may never. |
Its a little after midnight and I am not painting. All day I thought about the new painting. I rushed home from work to paint, but when I got here I wasn't sure where to begin and so I mopped all my...
Posted by on Mon, 12 Jan 2009 21:08:00 GMT |
Too hell with the holidays. |
This is my last Christmas. I'm not dying, I'm just taking control of my own time and I do not intend to spend another month of my life wading through the hell of this holiday. Next year, ...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Dec 2008 20:31:00 GMT |
Can't sleep. Again. |
Flying fish, cocktail sauce, shrimp tails, weed killer, claws, crab grass, chubby children, lawn mowers, cats, potatoes, a potato with wings, crabs with wings, mermaids with clocks for eyes, how would...
Posted by on Sat, 20 Dec 2008 00:38:00 GMT |
que sara my ass. |
When I sleep I dream a thousand new places, a thousand new people I could be if only I just... and there lies the center of it all. Just what? Just finished that website, just found the right pl...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Dec 2008 03:39:00 GMT |
The box |
When the postman came today I rang the button and let him in. I was expecting packages. A box of broken clocks and a box of little bits of brass ornament. I was not expecting this bo...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Dec 2008 16:33:00 GMT |
These are not my dreams |
Last night I dreamt I was a young boy, terrified of my family. I hid in corn fields hoping they would lose their anger before they found me. I dreamt that they had left my cat to bleed to ...
Posted by on Sun, 26 Oct 2008 02:32:00 GMT |
After the Play |
Last night I dreamt of a long corridor lined with branches of shelves. On the left were library shelves full of multicolored volumes representing the world as I have experienced it. There ...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Oct 2008 14:30:00 GMT |
