We’re all dreaming Spetznaz
in houses where everything carries but silence
in towns where the children play manifest destiny
and the steeples are all well lit.

Home is not having to be home before the streetlights come on, but wanting to ( Read more... )

So, I turned in my skeleton key to the Santa Cruz Metro Center and hung up my tall white hat. Thus endeth the Best/Worst/Best job I've ever had. The Santa Cruz population has doubled for me in the last two days. This little white house is just packed, and I couldn't be happier. Also, today a woman asked me "Are you feeding the birds despite the ( Read more... )

"I look like a faggot? I feel like Ed Wood."

Uh, no. Yes.

I'm going to be horribly, morbidly depressed if the mail doesn't come today. I really don't care if any of it's for me, it didn't come yesterday is all, and I'd like to be able to have some faith in our postal warriors. I mean, neither snow nor rain, but decent sunny days in Santa Cruz, and not a drop of junk mail in sight ( Read more... )

Sometimes you just can't help but think, "Today would be a good Wednesday to burn down an orphanage."
Then you realize that you'd probably just end up with teddybear ashes in your eyes.

Creepy Neighbor EP out now, send/give/wish me a dollar or a blank cd for a copy.

Please come home.
Whatever it is, it's not worth this.

To you, wherever you are. I know we've established a pretty solid policy of issue-skirting and non-confrontation, but this is just getting ridiculous. I'm sick and tired of having to be happy for two. I've given and given, and I'm just tired of putting my own neck on the line to save your reputation. I refuse to convince people that you "don't ( Read more... )

The days sure are getting longer, R.B.

So much longer.