It was the animal control who found her bloody, lifeless body first. I can see it now- a neighbor, whose life is obviously in the shitter, gets peeved at even the slightest interruption from her day time television. There’s a dog’s outside. One of those yippy types. And boy is it yipping. One would think it was trying to conjure a storm, or have a ( Read more... )

Do you think there is a difference about loving someone for them, or loving someone for the way they make you feel ( Read more... )

Feelings... A friend recently told me she was tired of hearing about feelings. Feelings don’t amount to anything. Talking about them is just a form of complaining. And complaining implies feelings with no action. It’s a wet noodle of a weapon. It’s as worthless as a starving artist painting a beautiful still life of a fruit basket ( Read more... )

I have cotton mouth. just a side note. im dealing with my daemons, and cotton mouth. naturally, bad things come in pairs. not that my daemons are necessarily bad, nor cotton mouth. but i am battling both at this moment. so we'll just leave it at that ( Read more... )

Dimmed day- makes me pensive. A gray blanket covers the world, not permitting the sun's rays to penetrate. Makes me want nothing more than to sit at a little no name cafe, in a little no name town, bundled in an old itchy coat with a cup of coffee and a pack of cigs. Clouds obscure the sky and a sharp breeze sneaks up and sticks like a pin in my ( Read more... )

I lay in a small musty tent perched on top a Toyota 4x4 that myself and my three compatriots had rented for 700 US dollars (in cash) from a German Ex-Pat. The Toyota was parked on a slight slope 10 yards from a large river that reflected the full moon like a mirror. We were in Kafue National Park in Zambia, Africa. And I have never been more ( Read more... )

The boy with his car ( Read more... )

Amore, aime, liebe, love ( Read more... )

The Right Way ( Read more... )

Stop. Look out your window. Can you see? No. Too foggy? Yes. Then keep driving. Watch the pot hole. Pull over. Here? Yes. How about now, can you see? No. Harrumph. Then get out. Don’t slam the door like that. Sorry. Of course. Walk down a bit. Here? No, to the stairs. How’s it look now? Still to foggy. But can you hear them? Of course. Do they ( Read more... )