A Non Narrative Coffee Shop Morning |
There are misplaced days that belong in no mans land-They are there to confuse the enemy before defeat.9 months prior a boy impregnated the sky,this morning, it birthed elephant dropscold as Californi...
Posted by Kegan on Wed, 08 Nov 2006 03:31:00 PST |
Hustler |
The sky was pink,bloated and man made of marshmallowsand mallow burgers-89 cents and bought at the gas station on 9th street.The guy there harbors leeches beneath his armpits,fat lumps of skinbulbousl...
Posted by Kegan on Thu, 31 Aug 2006 01:37:00 PST |
i have a new story. |
I have a new story. If anyone is interested they can email me for it. Feedback would be excellent, as would making the reader smile. Let me know, its too long for a myspace blog.
Posted by Kegan on Mon, 14 Aug 2006 08:37:00 PST |
we stopped a man from being arrested under the BQE and watched the rain |
I have this distinct memory of a grey sky, with grey water, and this trail of Clementine peals behind us. That was a storm. The water was glowing in a patchwork of molted silver, spilled solder and to...
Posted by Kegan on Fri, 02 Jun 2006 09:57:00 PST |
goodnight moon |
Tonight is one of those sleepless nights, where the heat is so overbearing that you can feel the compression in your breathe as you control its regularity, and the immensity of your body crushing you ...
Posted by Kegan on Wed, 31 May 2006 10:51:00 PST |
four dollars and fifty cents |
While happiness cannot be bought, it can be the accidental result of four dollars and fifty cents well spent. This is especially true when it buys a chocolate eclair plump and pregnant with cream, a s...
Posted by Kegan on Wed, 24 May 2006 03:21:00 PST |
a white day in springtime |
A white day in spring time. It is so ungodly bright outside that I cannot help but feel the sky is fluorescent, glowing with with rows of grid patterned palm sized light-bulbs and battery operated. ...
Posted by Kegan on Mon, 03 Apr 2006 09:30:00 PST |
a tribute to fonte |
There are strangers here that do not talk for fear and loathing. It is the result of too many conversations had, or no words to begin. In a city where hello is a forgotten part of the vocabulary, and...
Posted by Kegan on Wed, 22 Mar 2006 04:41:00 PST |
6:30 |
Todays sky is grey. Yesterdays was more bleak. I made paper sculptures with hot glue and wire, and for three hours became an elementary student in a primary colored classroom, with glue on my fingers ...
Posted by Kegan on Mon, 20 Mar 2006 03:32:00 PST |
march tenth |
The cursor has decided to begin a space and a half down the page and two over, I am ok with this. These are the days that make you remember the summer. Lazy days spent meandering over cobblestones and...
Posted by Kegan on Fri, 10 Mar 2006 03:51:00 PST |
