Dont be cruel to a heart thats true |
I had a good old time with my aunt driving out west. I played her Bo Diddley and she told me how she and her friends used to get together and play records like this and jitter bug around the room when...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Jun 2007 03:39:00 GMT |
Seagulls on fire |
There are no other birds in the city now. Only seagulls remain. They are loud and ruthless and they eat all the baby birds and all the garbage. They are magnificent rats of the the sky. I was told tha...
Posted by on Wed, 02 May 2007 05:17:00 GMT |
Dreams and Dreams |
There was great fear and desperation in this dream of mine, I dreamed of crushing spiders in a bucket to paint a wall with their blood, which was blue. But they were not real but plastic and their blo...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Jan 2007 03:05:00 GMT |
I'm so bored with the U.S.A |
I know of nothing in Delaware, no record shops that are hard to get to, no dark pawnshops that are good for hiding. No anxious streets to cry in. I don't know Louise, Sue or Clare. But Maybe I could w...
Posted by on Sat, 18 Nov 2006 01:10:00 GMT |
