To Live and Die in Kenton |
What a desperate web of misery we weave, like strangers scattering and fumbling about in the darkness, awaiting the vaguest suggestion at company. People, so curiously and tragically oblivious to thes...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Aug 2009 13:29:00 GMT |
Sometimes I Forget |
Sometimes, I forget. Ill go about my day without even giving the briefest or most casual of thoughts to the world that rages around me. Ill forget about paper that I was supposed to go over before I...
Posted by on Sat, 30 May 2009 17:26:00 GMT |
The Great Dunce: Reflections on an American Stain |
Today, finally it seems, we as Americans gather together in the rare ly
enjoyed occasion of a public exile. For the last eight years, george
walker bush (I purposely do not capitalize his name) has ...
Posted by on Tue, 20 Jan 2009 10:48:00 GMT |
Calibration |
Driving down the boulevard, I had forgetten where I was going. Any vague notion of a destination was merely an afterthought. I remembered leaving. I was sure of that much. But where was I going? The e...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Jul 2008 23:09:00 GMT |
The Meaning of Life |
Share it. With anyone you can...even if for just a moment.
Posted by on Tue, 23 Oct 2007 14:02:00 GMT |
Il Serpente |
Once upon a time, there was a man who was picking up firewood in the forest. As he was walking back home, he came upon a poisonous snake that lay frozen and injured in the snow. Th...
Posted by on Sat, 13 Oct 2007 04:17:00 GMT |
The Fall |
I see, almost every day, some bulletin that tricks people into believing it's about a party or some other decadent passtime that would send anyone who voted for Reagan into a shit frenzy, and then whe...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Sep 2007 21:53:00 GMT |
Kingdom of Fear: Vol. I (The Fall of Paris Hilton) |
Had I written this yesterday, the blog would have started with "guess who's getting out of jail?" Had I started to write it a few hours later, it would have started with "guess who's going right back ...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Jun 2007 20:13:00 GMT |
The Road To The Orpheum (The Mars Volta 4/03/07) |
I can remember being fourteen, just about to turn fifteen, when I had first joined newspaper. It was there that I met Mike Munoz and Peter Grimm. After weeks of driving around w/ them and being introd...
Posted by on Thu, 10 May 2007 09:29:00 GMT |
El Ciervo Vulnerado |
i've been drinking black myrrh again the closer we part i needed to touch your lips with the nail in my heart the night that you cut me a coveted walk i fell at your mercy i fell in you...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Apr 2007 21:41:00 GMT |
