making out with kids for st. valentine |
in observance of the martyrdom of a great man, i'm only going to celebrate in ways he would have really liked, like by getting a sex change and making out with little girls. earlier today i said i ne...
Posted by on Sun, 13 Feb 2005 19:03:00 GMT |
whither it slithers |
This is a photograph by Leilani Wertens called 'Encroachment.'I'm not sure why encroachment came to mind. Something unwanted must be pushing its way into me, like a mafic dike. In fact, maybe such e...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Feb 2005 22:36:00 GMT |
it's raining |
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Posted by on Sat, 05 Feb 2005 20:46:00 GMT |
the sergeant's private feelings |
Last night, instead of catching up on my reading, I participated in furtive, candlelit outpourings and ate M&Ms. I hadn't written in my personal journal since heart-break, and there weren't even any ...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Feb 2005 18:51:00 GMT |
sappy soppy slop girl |
I'm so delighted by that trip down memory lane, that I'm going to take one too. Psych! See? That was a trip down memory lane, and oh so meaningful.As it turns out, I've had an amazingly good day, even...
Posted by on Tue, 01 Feb 2005 17:42:00 GMT |
perverse love without the sex |
Dawn or dusk for the wild horses of Abaco? That is the question, at least the one emblazoned across my chest. I think the fact that dawn is written in red, all capitals, justifies the term emblazoned....
Posted by on Tue, 01 Feb 2005 01:24:00 GMT |
to learn the delicacies of speed reading |
This is my clandestine act of the day. I should be continuing on with my hundreds of pages worth of reading that I need to have under wraps for tomorrow, but instead, I prefer to dig an ever-deepening...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Jan 2005 20:17:00 GMT |
shocking exposure: weird lies and eating disorders |
The new novel feeling of the day is hunger. I'd like to say this is because I was suffering some psychological trauma that is now over. However, I'd be lying to us both if I claimed that to be true. I...
Posted by on Sat, 29 Jan 2005 02:07:00 GMT |
i will save you from corruption, little one |
Somehow, I sat reading Rousseau at a little table for three hours, with naught but some coffee and IRON WILL to sustain me. I think I shall fashion a new breakfast cereal and call it IRON WILL. The ta...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Jan 2005 00:31:00 GMT |
in homage of a great man |
Oh what tumult has cast itself upon this little room! In an effort to keep up my tipping and tapping keys so that friends and countrymen don't tar and feather me, I'm going to tell a little story abou...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Jan 2005 20:16:00 GMT |
