No god hath seen our inexplicable consumption;
But I tell you: the sewers will open.

the painted lips of manholes will shudder ( Read more... )

Very tired. So tired that I didn’t know when to stop putting brown sugar in my coffee. I got trapped in this repetitive loop, and I heaped that brown sugar in, I heaped and heaped it. Then the coffee proved to be undrinkable due to excessive sweetness and I threw it into the road. How it hung in the air. How it glistened. You will never touch that ( Read more... )

Stir fry cooks according to random distribution. Axiomatic there. I turn the food chunks with something that approximates rhythm, but these food chunks are colliding crazily. My meager pattern can't contend with such roiling wok chaos ( Read more... )

There is a film of shitty, oily beer on my teeth. My dad bought a six-pack of Pilsner on his birthday, brought it over here, drank one, and reminisced for a half hour about how it was his childhood beer. (He frequently segued into discussions of how my great-grandfatherly namesake stayed warm in his unheated shack during Saskatchewan winters. The ( Read more... )

Comments, of course, are appreciated. Nebulous praise is the best; it dulls the ache of being alive.

AFTER-HOURS ODDS IN A REPUTABLE BARBERSHOPIn ninety minutes McCrasky can sort a whole pound ( Read more... )

Reading a lot of Rumi's quatrains.

Anyone can bring gifts.
Give me someone who takes away.
This reminds me, really strongly, of that movie where Santa creeps down the chimney with a knife in his teeth and runs amok. I think it was called 'Black Christmas ( Read more... )

Win the lottery, buy a brick of hash. Buy a brick of hash, don't brush your teeth for a month. Don't brush your teeth for a month, exude foul blood from your gums. Exude foul blood from your gums, cough up an wad of phlegm ( Read more... )

On return from the Xiu Xiu show I was in a sour state; I've never had to walk out of a concert before. Paying ten bucks for a joke is one thing. I'm down with that. I'm a cool dude. But if the joke is to be on me, I'd like it to be at least funny, for ten bucks.

Blake, as usual, saved me from malaise. See, Becky had been cagedly gazing around the ( Read more... )

even if god's the only one keeping score, and although the board seems empty from here, it seems fair to acknowledge that said emptiness might result from a simple lack of events. i suggest that this letter is first in a series of informational letters to people who've made the excellent decision to live elsewhere than here. seeing as we are still ( Read more... )

Today, while seeking an innovative new center of gravity for the record player, we exploded Lucas' stereo. The idea was to mic my drum and lay a turntable on top of the amp, so that the record would 'rhythmically' skip. It worked really well for approximately twenty-three minutes. He was doing something to his bass that involved an electric drill ( Read more... )