jesus |
I want to wake every morning and see Jesus lying on the pillow next to me watching me sleep peacefully. Good morning sleepy head, Jesus would say to me. Then he would make me coffee and an omelet.It...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Sep 2009 06:22:00 GMT |
samuel l. jackson, crack, and dreams |
Samuel L. Jackson wouldn't leave my dream last night. He was walking around without his shirt on and rambling something incomprehensible. I kept saying "Mr. Jackson, would you please leave my house no...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Aug 2009 06:37:00 GMT |
nap nip |
this will come back profoundly hard to bite us on the asshave no fearbut upon reentry the terminal astronauts will stroke their beards, mutter something about the transient nature of existence, and pr...
Posted by on Mon, 17 Aug 2009 13:07:00 GMT |
work |
Of course it could be worse. Or at least that's what I tell myself. There is always the possibility that while I sit here in my fluorescent dungeon, outside is: rainbows, lollipops, sunshine, unicorns...
Posted by on Wed, 05 Aug 2009 08:20:00 GMT |
Such vertiginous heights |
Such vertiginous heights,the smell of cigarettes looking down on wastetrash consists of pizza crust, empty plastic, coffee filtersdizzying, disgusting. He takes out the trash.Empty night.Sleepless, po...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Jun 2009 20:51:00 GMT |
trivial inanities |
There are frightfully few things in the average adult Americans life to get excited about. Being effectively shut off from the rest of the world, we have no appreciation for the truly disturbing worl...
Posted by on Sun, 21 Jun 2009 19:22:00 GMT |
the beginning is the end is the beginning |
The beginning is the end is the beginning A nonsensical title I assure you, but not without the requisite nonsensical filler. For every ounce of my being is a living, breathing non sequitu...
Posted by on Sun, 21 Jun 2009 19:17:00 GMT |
Goncourt |
Sexually indefatigable, tireless through strenuous effort of pecuniary absurd fashion, Goncourt rose his mighty steed upon its haunches and left the castle at alarming speed. This very night revenge w...
Posted by on Wed, 20 May 2009 08:45:00 GMT |
funeral |
Would everyone I know attend my funeral? I try to imagine their faces, some bereaved to the point of being inconsolable, my parents. Some would be merely acquaintances, which by their presence alone w...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Mar 2009 13:34:00 GMT |
Greermoorg |
Greermoorg The typical response was to run. Screaming. Some might say this was the appropriate response. Greermoorg had seventeen eyes. He had ninety-seven tongues. (Not all of th...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Jul 2008 18:35:00 GMT |
