Small coastal town.  The sun beats down, but the town and the beach are uncharacteristically empty.  Earl drives, groggily drifting about though staying in his lane.  Smoking a cigarette, he at times pauses to gaze at it with affection, twiddling it between his thumb and index finger.  He sings along to “Blind Love” by Tom Waits, in the typical ( Read more... )

"I'm in love with a cigarette named 'skateboard'"

I write too much poetry.

intentless angst
that's all of us

broken, wrecked, kaput

ALIVE
...fucking barely

i aspire

and that doesn't mean shit,
so what's left?

fuck the new year.
fuck you, too.

drowsily, i browse fred meyer ( Read more... )

try to wake up, try to break it open
it's not quite the right feeling
i'll just keep on hoping

what a weird, messy life

i just saw jonathan richman
best show i've ever seen, quite literally