no cause is heaven-sent
birds shit on the monuments
all statues crumble to dust
why can’t we just come clean
we see what we want to believe
not what’s right in front of us

My mom’s staying with us for the week, and of course we found ourselves in a bit of a theological debate this morning. It’s hard not to, considering her faith comprises the entirety of her personality. Anyhow, the topic was the church, and she made several comments about how she doesn’t go to church, and doesn’t like to identify herself as ( Read more... )

As I grow older, I realize more of who I am. I know that I am predominately two things: wicked and restless ( Read more... )

At times my disgust for humanity runs so deep that I just have to look away. Or try to, at least. Most often it defies my efforts, following me around like one of my toddlers pulling at my pant leg. I can't stop thinking about this email from a customer:

"This items details say it was returned due to incorrect address? This is not tru i have not ( Read more... )

Depth... and darkness. I try my best to assimilate to humanity, to live on the fringes of normalcy. A vacant smile, a feigned interest. Back at the moors again. I just want coffee, louder music, cigarettes, nightfall. To drive. Anonymity. I seek closeness, and then as it approaches I turn away from it. I had my chance at those who knew me, but I ( Read more... )

And when they nail my pimpled ass to the cross,I'll tell them I found Jesus, that should throw them off ( Read more... )

How a man with so much intelligence can lack so much self-awareness confounds me. When I recounted the story of Diana at the gardens, I asked why he thought she was so upset. Thinking he had reached a level of introspection, he remarked it because her plans had folded under the weight of his bitterness and hatred. Yes, yes. But it’s so much deeper ( Read more... )

The older I get, the further I drift away from the person I thought I was. And the person that I thought I would be. The times are changing, but we all stay the same. We're just a waste, like these city blocks and parking lots.
There’s this place inside me that I always come back to. Somewhere deep down in the core of who I am, and I find my way ( Read more... )

 People suck. 

 Dang, I have some nasty stomach bug and it sucks ( Read more... )