tomorrow |
I will never escape the sirens.It's a sound I've come to accept. Abstract in concept and concrete in action.The red. The blue. Almost Christmas. Hey, maybe Christmas for someone.When I was young youn...
Posted by on Tue, 26 May 2009 02:19:00 GMT |
Michael Daddy |
My father had a way of reciting Rudyard Kipling on the drop of a dime, smoking a pipe he inhaled, and popping every joint in his body on call.He wore corduroy pants that made a very distinct sound.It...
Posted by on Mon, 25 May 2009 04:43:00 GMT |
my boys, my beautiful boys |
I miss my kids.I miss the day by day updates.I miss having my days with them.Like Tuesday was Sladye and mines pizza day. We went and bought a movie and then picked one pizza for ourselves.And we h...
Posted by on Mon, 25 May 2009 04:04:00 GMT |
Yeah!! |
Yeah! Thats right bitches!Sometimes I act like I'm the big deal. Not the scared fat kid hiding under bleachers trying to reenact the poses of the cool kids. Trying to pretend I don't still play air g...
Posted by on Wed, 20 May 2009 06:55:00 GMT |
the night |
He hated the city night. But he had to go through with it. He had the right attire. Had the game face. Had erased the weary lines from his face. Played all the cards to zero.And now he waited. The we...
Posted by on Tue, 19 May 2009 05:12:00 GMT |
Cinco 3 way |
That SOMEDAY never really comesI know. I've waitedand waitedand waitedLike an addict constantly looking for a fix.Or someone smitten with a passionate kiss during a night stand.Looking for confirmati...
Posted by on Wed, 06 May 2009 03:49:00 GMT |
Golly! THIS MUST BE WHY I"VE LIVED SOOOOOOOOOOO LONG!! |
I hate people! And they hate me! ANTI NOWHERE LEAGUEIt was one of those nights. I miss having to peer through a fog of cigarette smoke to see some asshole holding up an empty pint glass; as if I'm ...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Apr 2009 04:35:00 GMT |
night after |
I sleepwalked through the night like a jazz musician trying to kick heroin on stage.I didnt make anyone laugh.I didnt make anyone smile.I just kept glancing to the right; which would be the left if ...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Apr 2009 03:36:00 GMT |
Troy; RIP |
Sometime last night he put a gun in his mouth and pulled the trigger.I dont know if he was crying when he did. I like to think he wasnt. I like to think that he did it calmly, quietly, and calculate...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Apr 2009 03:49:00 GMT |
Ivan and Me. Even though we have never met. |
I recently received a copy of a book that I've anticipated for quite some time. Misery Loves Company. by Ivan Brunetti.It's a collection of his works at Fantagraphics Books entitled SCHIZO! I loved...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Apr 2009 03:08:00 GMT |
