Somehow Ali G was at my house and he had this very important cd that he saved on my computer, through all of this he was talking like a normal person, but I kept expecting him to fuck with me, but he didn't. He left and said he'd stop by to pick up the disk in the... Read More
Silver scents of saint augustine
fire in the ground
between my better teeth
we're dancing on the poison in their graves
at the end of the night
we'd all seen better days
i know you tried
i know you're cursed
i know your best was still your worst
when hollywood was calling out your name
if i stayed behind
would you let your hair grow?... Read More
Again I have had an experience that makes me re-evaluate the kind of man I am and weigh it against the man I would like to be. The short of it, is I am still a selfish disrespectful prick. But I won't be...
I am asking myself the a similar question -- will the lesson ever be learned? Hell, I am asking all sorts of things...including, "What IS the lesson!?"
Yesterday I got a call from my aunt once-removed, (she is still very close to the family) she lives in Spain on Mallorca, she was in short asking when I was going to come to Spain and offered to get me a job at a three michelon star restaurant at the hotel she works at(for those of you not in the know 3 michelon is... Read More
That's brilliant! I know what Michelin stars are, fancy!! I haven't been to Mallorca but I have been to its little sister island Menorca and it was lovely.
She had only been gone a week and already I had forgotten her. Miserable the first few days, I had been doing what so many people do when they get involved with someone -- you ignore all other parts of your life and over time, atrophy. I was slinging espresso at... Read More
Just when I fear my brain will stop working for lack of words that get me giddy...you deliver something as beautiful as
- "stuck right at the second your pupils dilate, swallowing your iris, but your high hasn't started yet; time seems suspended in fluid, thick and viscus, like swimming in egg flour soup at 96 frames a second. Suspension, but with no cliff, more like being stuck in an elevator, bored, contemplating the crowbar marks on the bar."-
I know that feeling and could never describe it so eloquently.
Explain the white powder from white trash homes, I am curious, I do live in the South you know.
Kudos for getting the Tori reference, really, most ppl wouldn't pick up on that, although I had that song going through my head when I started writing.
If you come through ATl, let me know, we'll go eat a chefly dinner and talk words.
Peace love and happiness to you, may the fruition of your thougts be born with clandestine clarity and epic proportion on paper for the rest of the world to revel in !!
Don't you love the unoriginal cliche phrases I just inc. that's why YOU'RE the writer !!
My rustic mood led to a wonderful weekend. My dad and sister came for a visit and we went to the coast, a welcome relief from this sweltering, apocolyptic heat (Woohoo for global warming!) Hiked to the tip of cape lookout, staring off the cliff to the blue and white crashing below I realized that heights still terrify me, and here I thought I was... Read More
Lord I was a stranger,
passin' through your town,
Lord I was a stranger,
passin' through your town,
when I asked you a favor,
good gal you turned me down
Honey I'm so lonesome,
I don't know what to do,
Honey I'm so lonesome,
I don't know what to do,
The way you treat me mama,
I hope you're lonesome too
