isol |
As I sit in one of the rooms in the sequence of rented rooms where I store my things and my thoughts across dusty floors and carpets you wouldn't care to sit on without pants. It's the isolation...
Posted by Potato Cracker on Tue, 17 Apr 2007 07:56:00 PST |
The sociopath's calling card. |
Profile of the Sociopath
Glibness and Superficial Charm
Manipulative and Conning They never recognize the rights of others and see their self-serving behaviors as permissible. They appear to be char...
Posted by Potato Cracker on Tue, 10 Apr 2007 11:15:00 PST |
thru the wall |
I think my neighbor wants to be a hip-hop superstar. But first, it's evident he needs a dictionary, unless he wants to appeal to an audience of corrupted kindergardeners. Here's a lit...
Posted by Potato Cracker on Tue, 10 Apr 2007 10:57:00 PST |
So, a pig wakes up next to this turkey.... |
Somehow, a sliver of ham found its way into my turkey sammich. This doesn't offend me, but I wonder if it was meant to. I mean, turkeys are one thing, but pigs, they're pretty cute. ...
Posted by Potato Cracker on Mon, 26 Mar 2007 11:08:00 PST |
dang |
I'm non-committal, anxious and an isolationist. I produce no positive results from this isolation. All it results in me is being flaky, which is not a good thing, unless you're a cooked fi...
Posted by Potato Cracker on Sat, 10 Mar 2007 07:57:00 PST |
what's that smell? |
funniest thing, sitting here listening to my neighbor crack open his door to spray air freshener in the hallway to cover up the drug smell. i'd like to give him a scent i actually like, since mo...
Posted by Potato Cracker on Sat, 13 Jan 2007 08:14:00 PST |
There's Worse Things |
Beyond comprehension seems like such an unknown land,
Or more than you can imagine sounds like a challenge to me,
If I could care less there's far more that weighs heavy with doubt,
Like assume wouldn...
Posted by Potato Cracker on Wed, 29 Nov 2006 06:04:00 PST |
Random observations that may coalesce into further associations |
I was given a new pair of scissors today. They have slightly cushioned yellow handles.
I think there may be a ghost ringing my doorbell. Either that or there's a glitch in the sy...
Posted by Potato Cracker on Sat, 18 Nov 2006 04:47:00 PST |
one fantastic box of crayons & no sharpener |
The cracked glass holds water, but leaks one clear tear down its stem.
I'm often awakened by my hair slapping my cheekbone; the fan spits a little when the wind pushes through and overwhelms the motor...
Posted by Potato Cracker on Fri, 18 Aug 2006 07:22:00 PST |
in all efforts of purging... |
I used to be a garbage disposal with faulty gears. For a while, I blamed the plumber, even though that was my moonlighting position. Then I supposed that the gears I was being supplied wit...
Posted by Potato Cracker on Wed, 02 Aug 2006 04:49:00 PST |
