you don’t even like
Friday, March 15, 2013
if we are all star-stuff, then we are also all shit stuff. your atoms, once churning in a star, may have been churning in the colon of a dinosaur once.
your left elbow was once crapped out by
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
there were other entries to upload.
i’m fairly certain it wasn’t quite so barren.
i suppose that i’m wrong. i am constrained by walls and dark. i’ve not been outside in days. this happens often,
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
sometimes i think that i could just write and write and never upload any of the entries. it isn’t like this is a huge destination site on the internet or anything.
i really love being quiet.
ghost, little ghost
Friday, April 22, 2011
the tiple begs me. it has 10 strings, but one is broken. without it, my grandfather might never have woo’ed my grandmother, and i might not be here, or i might be someone else entirely. it is likely
Monday, March 21, 2011
what became of this place? it’s all run down and broken, now that the maid’s stopped coming in to dust. the valet hasn’t pressed my pants for months and months; i’m beset upon by wrinkles.
did you
this burrito smells funny.