I don't know a hell of a lot about anything anymore. I think this is a disease of aging, the older you get the less you filter- the less you know. Things start to pass as paintings and slide shows you don't pause to examine, you just squint your eyes and feign attention as they flash by. It's hard to know a whole hell of a lot about anything when ( Read more... )

i love it when the whole house smells like coffee ( Read more... )

this boy
bakes me
cinnamon dusted,
love crusted
plaintain squares
at midnight
before he closes
the eyes of the grill
and scrapes off the
char and tar
of the dirty, hungry
filet loving
day-

this boy ( Read more... )

I fall in love ( Read more... )

because you have ( Read more... )

nice guys are refreshing
after assholes
like fresh squeezed lemonade
after too much black
on the rocks.

there are the melting scoops of icecream ( Read more... )

the sun poked it's fat belly ( Read more... )

i have always thought ( Read more... )

i sat back down- a little high ( Read more... )