Subject: It came to my head, Jason helped get it out, I solved it ( Read more... )

Apparently it is not en vogue to use Barbasol beard buster. This time honored cheap classic creamy concoction has lost it's chic appeal. Be mindful that a ubiquitious million receptors of what is in and out nuevo and passe are on the leash. To continue on about hygeine about the head no more of the reach, it's sonic, toungebrushes and oral b ergo ( Read more... )

There are more homeless transients and tramps downtown now more than the in last four years. There are so many I have trouble keeping track and naming them all. New editions include the swede, the animal 2, The silverback aka jacker, and The spaz. At the shell station yesterday their was a three hundred pound black woman lying at the foot of the ( Read more... )

Reading Rilke's letters yesterday morning while walking I was touched by his thoughts of the pursuit of loneliness and the riches of difficulty. I spent most of the day shopping in every big box retail store save Walmart. After so many hours under fluorescents and bombarded by hordes of marketing schemes, color coding and product placement I was ( Read more... )

1. Most all video stores have tanning as part of the business ie (Daves tan and video ( Read more... )

Christmas fades in empty wine glasses, tables of sweets, sledding clothes drying and the loved leaving in the morning. With a cat on each side, my mother cries and I hold her hand, as a new day begins.

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After breakfast, this morning I spent some time in the town barbershop, talkin politic, watching the candycane spin and hair fall. In an hour we moved through weather, regional economics, mideast policy and powerball odds. Drove out into the countryside, saw line after line of clothes drying in the freezing air, fuckin amish ( Read more... )

Was witness this morning to an inordinant amount of spilled bisquits and gravy in the city. First a young girl puking out of a camaro, on the docks, then a homeless man puking in friendship park, sitting on a ballistrade. I passed an old man walking hand in hand with a child, amidst a flurry of pigeons. This visage carried me up past the sweeping ( Read more... )

Life is beautiful. But the memories that daily bombard the concience mind are not that of today and today's activies but are of an inherently different type. Today the past does not come and whisper its insults but rather it looks one in the eye and slaps the living shit out of ones pink cheek. Front and center orientation is better for the ( Read more... )