The Marquis de Blog |
I quit blogging. I did it for a purpose. There came a point when I realize that I had nothing left to say. There were no men to speak of. There was no gossip in which to toil in. And there ...
Posted by on Wed, 10 Dec 2008 00:37:00 GMT |
Niccotine Nights by Bowery Lights |
Niccotine nights with morning reminders encoded in faded ink on the wrist run rampant yet again. Paid.
In the end, you really get what you pay for. The sor...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Oct 2008 08:33:00 GMT |
Fucking a Hamburger |
Why would I fuck a hamburger?
When I could be making love with a filet mignon?
It seems a simple parable to the unadvised. We have the facts by now,...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Sep 2008 01:38:00 GMT |
This Is Not a Test |
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We could,if we wanted to,be riding jet-skis against the currentthinking 'bout the tasteof gold on the rooftopped sky. We could be judging silentlyover a hot f...
Posted by on Wed, 27 Aug 2008 19:59:00 GMT |
Remember |
Remember it.
Reme...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Jul 2008 14:40:00 GMT |
Les Langues de LAmour |
He was fucking gorgeous.
Weather or not it was the fact that he c...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Jul 2008 06:16:00 GMT |
You Are Not Carrie Bradshaw |
You are not Carrie Bradshaw.
I know this, because Carrie Bradshaw is not a real person. She is a character. And while we're at it, allow me to go ahead and say t...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Jul 2008 23:05:00 GMT |
Bug Fuckers, Meat Eaters, And I |
Nature is a freak show.
Since I was a child, I've always ha...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Jul 2008 01:01:00 GMT |
Cest La Vie, Paris |
I was in dire need of a reality check.
It had crept up on me like ...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Jun 2008 23:26:00 GMT |
Modern Romance |
Early in the morning, when I should have been to bed long ago, I wonder about modern romance.
I wonder if it has anything to do with the blood and feathers spla...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Jun 2008 02:46:00 GMT |
