just before the tylenol p.m. grab hold, the shadows and ghosts play tag in my periphery, right here in the saddest room you can imagine. my meager possessions combine to form the squalor that surrounds me, like a moat or a mine field. In here illuminated by the bare bulb above. Out there, the wind and rain wash away the last lingering remnants of summer... I should get some curtains.
My Interests
politics, literature, photography, painting, sculpture and pabst blue ribbon.
I'd like to meet:
Your mom.
Music:
kexp.org
Movies:
Documentaries.
Television:
CNN, The Daily Show, PBS and Adult Swim.
Books:
i'm an avid reader. if you'd like to book chat, drop me a line.
