you ever get that feeling when you are sitting very still, slightly leaned forward and it feels like you are traveling backwards through space time rapidly with a sensation closely akin to your brain stem being stretched and stretched like a slinky into some other super-string dimension outside the confines of standard 3D space/time ( Read more... )

i have just been harrassed on the phone by a man named MICHAEL JACKSON for the last ten minutes.

he says he isnt the real michael jackson, but i know the score here, jocko.

the players -- an older man, named william ( Read more... )

there must be something in the land of florida itself which gives me these dreams ( Read more... )

in my dreams, it seems, i am a cronenberg entity, with a firearm permanently embedded to my hand ( Read more... )

a seventy three old man called today, and stopped, mid sentence, and asked if i could wait a second.

i told him i could.

in a few seconds he explained:
"when you get old the mind slows down.
its like a clock with grease in it when it gets cold outside."

and i had to agree.

they were all standing around, their clothes immaculate, every hair in place, every crease and fold perfectly set. yet their faces were etched in a permanent blandness, like they could only exist for extended periods of time away from some host of indeterminate origin ( Read more... )

... and he can have them ( Read more... )

its where you want to be.

ask for it by name.
wherever finer pornography is sold.

more dreams within dreams, with celluloid and nostalgic import ( Read more... )