Oh, Christopher ( Read more... )

I feel like a fucking zombie. Pulled a twelve hour shift today, full pack outs for each stop but one. Every part of me is throbbing.

The job turns me into someone I don't like, separate and apart from the whole "lumberjack" physical labor thing. I come home and I don't want to do anything; I order Chinese, fix a drink, and pass out. I watch the ( Read more... )

( The Unrealized Discography of C. Alexander, 1980 - present )

I have 64 contact numbers in my cell phone. You would think that one of them would call me once in a while ( Read more... )

( Eh. No one reads them they're interesting and well written, either. )

( My dreams are NSFW )

( An Open Letter to Kurt Vonnegut, Deceased )

( I'm really proud of this one. )

( This is the dream I had last night: )

Greil Marcus once wrote that the promise of Neil Young's long songs about nothing with Crazy Horse was that it fulfilled an apocalyptic vision so complete that "the only lie in them is that they could ever stop ( Read more... )