Thursday, April 17, 2014

a wouldbe tweet 4.17.14

Remember when we sat on the pier in our underwear and talked about our
dreams? We never approached understanding those dreams, and didnt it
seem there was always an apology lurking behind every description?

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

hi there. Its me again. And honestly, you dont need me to poke u
with a stick or hide under your bed, cuz truly, youre busy being
horrified by yourselves. Am i right? I have seen the enemy and he is
having sex with my wife. Poor bastard! All this niceness and
felicity is churning my guts, i tell you, and yet i yearn for more of
everything: a pat on the head, a fistbump, a good morning b$$$j$$,
maybe an encouraging word. I could stand it. Idk, idk....

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

e-greeting card 4.9.14

"gal, youre so beautiful. I just wanna take you home..... And have
you scrub my bathroom."

Saturday, April 5, 2014

ever thought about your little soul?

me neither. Thinking, though, the good and evil of the average life
span is vast. How could you possibly quantify all that sweet and
sour, love and hate? Some asinine points system? Context- hell, if
you put everything into proper context, which would take at least one
lifetime, you have your basis of analysis right there. But who has
the time?