Feel the bones beneath your skin itching. It’s just the entropy. One day you’ll break apart.… more
Feel the bones beneath your skin itching. It’s just the entropy. One day you’ll break apart.… more
I ran a quick round robin tournament through my head of everything I’d ever loved and started to squeeze the fresh pack of cigs in my hand, a grand/empty gesture to show how much I would destroy just for the opportunity to hold you one more night.… more
The men liked to talk. Trippi, they’d say, Trippi. What’d he do now? They had families, but what’d the kid do? His latest was always worth laughs, and a sense of who they were. The kid had something loose.… more
The crowing was a complaint, and a plea. Look, help. An angry complaint of danger obvious to the crow only. Anger toward, I am now convinced, the fatal human vanity of taking up earth and sky with crow-useless buildings and their miniscule window ledges.… more
marquette, michigan, squats smack-dab in the middle of nowhere and there are no gay bars till green bay, unless you count the bar in the town of gay, michigan, where according to jojo on google reviews her group of 5 “felt unwelcome, bartender was very rude.”… more
Keep your fucking lemons and go make your own fucking lemonade if you like it so much. I’d rather have a beer.… more
Mass murder is a good career move. Just look at all the presidents who get parades for killing thousands, millions even. People were so stupid it made Charlie’s head hurt. A lot.… more
Being at the bottom of a pendulum swing is where I come alive. Eating a shitty greasy meal is a reason to eat healthy the next time. Screwing up is a welcome, distracting rasion d’etre.… more
I was in a diaper at age four because Liz and Michelle needed a baby for their game. I liked being in the diaper. Even after Steven and Billy saw me, I stayed in the diaper.… more
Tilting under the bucket’s weight, I turn, the bucket slamming the baseball-sized patch of necrotic skin on my leg where the graft failed, where dead black skin mottled with pale-yellow melted cheese. I limp over to their precious dirt pile to dump out while Scotty the commercial fisherman glares at me.… more