my parent organization |
right this second, i feel like throwing my bird through a window. he's sitting in his cage, the door flung wide open, his wings not clipped (i.e. he can go wherever the hell he pleases!), screaming at...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Dec 2008 08:05:00 GMT |
Whoopsy Daisy: Final Version of Jean from New Orleans |
Sorry....I had to pull the last post because the video underwent final revision. Bagel Boobs (Ben Tucker, Greg Carder, and I think Christine, too) presents:
More Keith and Amy this time, whic...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Aug 2008 07:21:00 GMT |
i remember manjusri |
just ran across this unfinished bit from a while back: Long strands of rain hung from the sky as we sat cross-legged on the floor. Outside, a blanket of grey stretched across the yard and butted up ag...
Posted by on Fri, 30 May 2008 17:30:00 GMT |
a revelation (degenerating into despair) |
i am no good at writing. i think about it. i ponder it. but it doesn't happen gracefully anymore. there might be bathtub moments of introspective woolgathering in which words flow from my mind with a...
Posted by on Wed, 21 May 2008 11:41:00 GMT |
jehovah witness kill mormon |
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7I-P_e9cOsU
this is fucking hilarious to me!
(the subject line was prefilled by youtube--just an explanation for the grammar.)
Posted by on Wed, 16 Apr 2008 10:58:00 GMT |
i "jammed" with Aerosmith |
and don’t even think about reading anything into the capitalization of "Aerosmith". i don’t think they’re gods. not even guitar gods. i like that song Kings and Queens, but that&rsqu...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Mar 2008 17:20:00 GMT |
A Tale Too Shitty: An Autobathography |
It was the best of baths; it was the worst of baths. Despite having been reminded, not so much of mortality or aging as of pain itself, by getting up out of bed the wrong way,...
Posted by on Sun, 13 Jan 2008 10:27:00 GMT |
people write poems when theyre depressed? |
a song for doris ann (2003)the phone rings in that house where i used to breathe all the timecarpet on my toes and my granny on the linei'm standing next to being dead but say i'm doing fineand ...
Posted by on Fri, 21 Sep 2007 05:19:00 GMT |
how you lichen me now? |
my search for effective antiperspirant/deodorant having left me a bitter, smelly shell of the spring-fresh woman i used to be, i decide instead to search for fresh new underarms. it seems a far ...
Posted by on Wed, 01 Aug 2007 08:27:00 GMT |
Goodbye, Arnie Pegish |
Sunset and evening star, and one clear call for meAnd may there be no moaning of the bar, when I put out to sea.But such a tide as moving seems asleep, too full for sound and foam, when that which dre...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Jul 2007 19:56:00 GMT |
