true musicians |
This evening's symphonywill be performed by theBackwoods Snowmobile Orchestra.With the Yamahas providing the soprano,the Ski-Doos singing tenor,and the custom-engineered sledscovering the bass registe...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Jan 2010 23:00:00 GMT |
just another view |
I wanted to writeabout reflectionsI watch.images that bounce from mirrorto mirrorlife seen reflectedoff of dark windows,portraying lifeoutside of myown.maybe something about how Isee life secondor thi...
Posted by on Sat, 21 Nov 2009 03:01:00 GMT |
chianti's not my style |
i wish i could writeabout getting shit-tasticon wine.guess i'm justnotthat classy.
Posted by on Thu, 12 Nov 2009 21:21:00 GMT |
question |
someone asked metonight"do you knowBukowski?"I laughedand said,"yeah. I'ma student."He said,"What's your favoriteline?"a moment passed."Whiskey is the keythat sets the monkey free."hesmiled,laughed,an...
Posted by on Sat, 13 Jun 2009 03:10:00 GMT |
lost time lost |
of courseyou thinkeverything is okwhen you walk intothe next dayand everythingis new.you talk tothe futureas if everythingnever happened.esacpe.someday, it'llbe what wassomething that neverhappenedso ...
Posted by on Sat, 13 Jun 2009 02:58:00 GMT |
making the rounds |
the more i drinkthe more i smokethe more i chokethe more i diethe more i write.the more i writethe more i crythe more i wanttodie.the morei wantto diethe more i drink.it was stupid of Meto think.
Posted by on Thu, 04 Jun 2009 22:44:00 GMT |
making friends |
Charlie wasa cokehead.Charlie wasa guy that boughtme a drinkwhile I was working.Charlie wasa guy who tippedtwo waitressesfor no apparent reason.Charlie waskicked outfor being too coked-up.Charlie wasa...
Posted by on Sun, 24 May 2009 21:37:00 GMT |
i don't remember so well anymore |
once in a while,someone comesback into your lifethat you hadforgot aboutfor one reason oranother.and,sometimes,you remember exactlywho that person isor was.and,sometimes,you wish that personthat facet...
Posted by on Wed, 20 May 2009 02:05:00 GMT |
tour guides |
I wish I knew Iwashaving funwhen I was told Iwas.looking back,it seems I was,but I couldn't see whatwould be.wish I couldenjoy itnow.
Posted by on Tue, 19 May 2009 01:16:00 GMT |
fuck up |
i don't knowhow to saybetween beating myselftrying to find a wayto explainhowwhati didit was only a joke...and I didwhat I swore I'd neverdoand yet,i did whati didas an accidentbut it happenedand itha...
Posted by on Sun, 10 May 2009 02:18:00 GMT |
