It must be a furnace in summer |
You asked me what I saw out of my window, and I was reluctant to answer. I saw: Desolation, abandoned factories, mountainsides burning everywhere pits like the earth had been gnawed by some ancient a...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Jan 2007 02:48:00 GMT |
Or was it eleven? |
You ever played seven minutes in heaven? What a fucking misnomer. More like an indeterminate and interminable time spent in an frenzied state of awkwardness listening to your friends laughing at you t...
Posted by on Thu, 11 May 2006 21:19:00 GMT |
Amazingly Still Exploding |
Look: there are deliriums, and then there are deliriums.I have survived fever and intoxication, restlessness, illusions and incoherence of both thought and speech. These are deliriums I know. Dig down...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Apr 2006 02:05:00 GMT |
The Incredible Exploding Boy, Part 2. |
It's spring and we all have spiders in our throats. It's not really spring. Not really, not till Tuesday, and even then probably not. But things are stirring everywhere, and we are rumbling around lik...
Posted by on Sun, 26 Mar 2006 23:49:00 GMT |
comma I lost it period |
I feel like I'm exploding very slowly. It's sort of a numb feeling, not like my normal numb or my other normal alcoholized numb or my other normal vaguely guilty and sore numb...but a numb that is som...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Mar 2006 05:35:00 GMT |
On returning to a solitary existence |
It is further proof of the essential perversity of my nature that now, as autumn all too quickly collapses into winter, I should be pushing all the warmth out of my life. This is the time when we shou...
Posted by on Sun, 23 Oct 2005 23:32:00 GMT |
ennui |
Though I am typically able to stave off my ever more frequent bouts of depression with drugs or booze or women, there is something about my parents house that crushes my spirit. I find myself utterly ...
Posted by on Mon, 17 Oct 2005 11:44:00 GMT |
the way down |
Some people think the road to hell is paved with good intentions. Actualy, according to Dante, it's paved with the skulls of unbaptised babies. I bet that makes a cool sound when you walk on it.
Posted by on Mon, 10 Oct 2005 13:33:00 GMT |
jetlag |
today about 4 in the afternoon, sitting in a small cafe surounded by frenchmen, my hands started trembling. It has been raining all day and the humidity had my jacket sealed, heremeticly, to my skin. ...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Oct 2005 01:10:00 GMT |
on being misunderstood |
I'm not sure when this started, or where. I just seem to give off an aura of icy isolation that is entirely at odds with the conscious being resting just within this crippled and withered body. How ma...
Posted by on Fri, 30 Sep 2005 03:27:00 GMT |
