my leukocytes, my leukocytes! why hast thou forsaken me? |
a synopsis of the last week or so of my life:*random, intense & unpredictable fluctuations in ear and or sinus pressure*expectorating without ceasing*waking up choking*all-encompassing exhaustion perm...
Posted by on Mon, 11 May 2009 19:51:00 GMT |
a list of recent, minor, work-related outrages |
1. brain damage must be a prerequisite for middle management positions: on friday and saturday evenings, the store i work at remains open until 11:00pm, despite the fact that after eight, we do virtua...
Posted by on Wed, 06 May 2009 19:40:00 GMT |
maybe... |
this project is really awful, depressing. maybe the writing itself is for shit. maybe i should stick to the straitjacket prose of philosophy essays or the sarcastic levity i bring to every other thing...
Posted by on Mon, 27 Apr 2009 22:26:00 GMT |
five. |
Even now, I don't really know how to make her out. Hindsight is supposed to offer clearer vision. For me it offers the possibility that she is something much worse than an opportunist. The possibil...
Posted by on Mon, 27 Apr 2009 18:58:00 GMT |
four. |
There are other traditions I keep as well.Some I cultivate with great care. Others are vigorous and determined weeds that return despite my best efforts to crush them. Some are a bit of both.Like re...
Posted by on Tue, 21 Apr 2009 10:59:00 GMT |
three. |
The buildings are so much smaller than they appear in memory. They seem to draw themselves together, to shrink back from the surrounding fields. Piles of broken concrete have risen here and there as...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Apr 2009 18:48:00 GMT |
two. |
It's that time of year again. For anyone else, it's a phrase that likely conjures melting snow, lengthening days, hatchling songbirds. The year's first crocuses, in all the brazen impudence and impr...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Apr 2009 12:30:00 GMT |
one. |
Where are you now?Oxidized particles dispersed on the wind, in the soil. By now, most likely, within the water table as well. Perhaps in stalks and kernels grown here, harvested, shipped, later fed ...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Apr 2009 11:15:00 GMT |
where are you now? where am I? |
"So the saying says An elephant never forgets Standing in the concrete cave Swaying side and sing They walked over the ocean And thier dreams they dreamed awake Until the lights grew dimUntil the cop ...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Apr 2009 09:11:00 GMT |
to the occupant of apartment 9... |
...what are you doing in there? your actual volume must be pushing the upper limit of what humans are normally capable of producing, as i constantly hear you screeching and whooping through my circa-1...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Mar 2009 10:03:00 GMT |
