TheFruitsOfThePracticeSpace |
(for you guitar nerds, this one is in Drop-D, and I play it in a slapbass meets blues guitar method. The "Maybe..." part has the lovely chords of G6/F -- Cmaj7 -- D6/9 (add 11) Try 'em on piano--yowza...
Posted by on Mon, 25 May 2009 23:32:00 GMT |
The world's a dollar store |
Yes, the world's a dollar store. It smells not-too-faintly of cleaning products that cause rashes and laundromats with tiny children trying to go for a ride in the dryers. Frugal middle-class women ...
Posted by on Mon, 25 May 2009 14:30:00 GMT |
You're getting sleepy |
New blog posts to come about NOW in post MUCH LATER. Why? Because if I write about them now, I'll spoil/influence the NOW and it'll be all "well, I shouldn't have wrote Mary that her pussy tasted li...
Posted by on Mon, 25 May 2009 00:33:00 GMT |
the facial hair police demand you curb your upper lip past the hours of 10pm |
A well-worn wallet, found just near Whole Foods' downtown branch (NW 12th and Couch), yields absolutely no money. However, it tells a story of quite a mentally disturbed character (and one capable of...
Posted by on Thu, 21 May 2009 20:52:00 GMT |
As close to prostitution as I can get |
Trying to leave but fearing the waves of rain coming down at the Yamhill Street Pub, I sipped my cheap beer. A man gestured to me just as I finished the last courageous sip. My right hand was queued ...
Posted by on Sat, 02 May 2009 18:48:00 GMT |
@#####@ @####@ @--@ (two cars and a bike) |
The double-chins are still in from the winter and I've committed so many felonies in the last few days. There's blood in my shit from coping with beer.I haven't gotten laid in three months. THREE MO...
Posted by on Fri, 01 May 2009 19:44:00 GMT |
the order of the thing in which you derive some meaning from pixels fixed in a fashion like so |
"Shelley, you know, I can't tip you,"I said to the bartender at Tony's Tavern"...bus fare..."One television in the corner played Law & Order: Criminal Intent"Shelley, I'm not sure whether to respect t...
Posted by on Fri, 01 May 2009 19:06:00 GMT |
pact |
When I was younger, I lived a boring, dreaming life. Not that I was bored, per se--but that things were relatively tame. At nights, I would pace the bleachers behind my house in the middle of the fo...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Apr 2009 15:58:00 GMT |
email story |
This morning, I was awoken to a slapping sound. A furiousslapping sound--I knew immediately what it was. The only problem wasthat the sound was close to my sleeping body, like a few feet from myfeet...
Posted by on Tue, 21 Apr 2009 00:32:00 GMT |
first two writing examples |
The first two stories I ever wrote were when I was in 2nd grade and 4th grade (as my recollection serves me true). The first one had a weak plot line, but lots of sexual action--I fucked my cousin an...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Apr 2009 15:27:00 GMT |
