We used to skip ACC, go to your apartment down the way, get stoned, drink the shittiest of beers and ride bikes over dams. We made A's in that class. We listened to Modest Mouse, Nirvana, Taking Back Sunday, Pinback, The Movielife and Elliot Smith. We'd play guitar and write acoustic songs at 2PM. We fed your boa rats and she shit on a girl's ( Read more... )

It comes sometimes. A tremor down your spine that ends in a 9.5 in your gut. It keeps me awake at night sometimes and invades my dreams. These stone soldiers. Being as uncaring about so much I am a man of morals. A history of shitty things I've done sends tsunamis to small islands and kills the innocent.

I chose the room where the window had access to the roof so we could sit and watch the rocks flung from the sky's many infinite armory of slingshots. Oddly enough this hasn't been the epicenter of the numerous windows in my house. My attention has been focused on the brig-esque look on the outside world of the lens facing my shower- there is a tree ( Read more... )

Japan. That's where we leave from Seattle. Then refuel in New Zealand. This is the way of things for 4 years. Cheap and easy way to see the world.

I knew her since middle school. Like a disease. She was that pizza that burned the roof of your mouth, that bit of popcorn lodged between your teeth. Fingers of needles, teeth of pills and a smile that lead you to believe the best: that she was clean, that she was of something to invest trust, but she'd always prove you wrong. I saw her a couple of ( Read more... )

A song has been sifting about in my mind. A song from an old VHS tape my parents recorded for me as a child my Great Grandma Maggie used to watch with me. It was a 1985 animated rendition of "Wind In The Willows". I Wikipeidia this up and find a folk singer by the name Jude Collins composed the opening score. I'm Mr. Toad. Not rich by a stretch, ( Read more... )

"To sing her something meaningful"

I just performed home surgery...waited a few days until the toxin coagulated and then just chopped it all out... it's like a big whitish mass... thats what I just did.

Brown Recluses be nasty. Orgazmz be rad.

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Head out of the clouds. Head into the clouds. Mind out of the clouds and into the gutter. Mind somewhere in between.