i just crashed utterly and entirely.

i have zero idea why i'm writing this here.  because mostly this is really, really, really weird.

goddammit.

See Weatherford!
Hawks flying on wind chopped and vivisected by turbines swinging
electricity through blades, as if the whole town might take off and leave
See Weatherford!  The sign says, and a bulleted list below that tells you
About the route 66 museum that must be covered in dust and engine oil
Curdling on top of old license plates, Chrysler hood ( Read more... )

What can I even say to this space? It's impossible for me to hide everything, I think, but I'd like to try and abscond with all of my feelings and opinions and facts and sit somewhere quiet, where water drips into deep, low caverns and the tiny, blind lizards inside come up to investigate what they hear ( Read more... )

I tried to explain rock and roll to Ashley last night, at a bar where I looked up occasionally at bright televisions, sorority girls dancing on the bar; I wonder how they felt. I mean, I know they were drunk--very drunk--but I know they had something of themselves in there, and I bet they were at least a little embarassed ( Read more... )

It's getting harder every day to walk out on my pier and not see an ocean full of discontent and an overwhelming calm that holds even the tide down ( Read more... )

Bit by bit, we rebuild the world

I want to listen to Johnny Cash and smoke cigarettes and drink whiskey til it hurts.

That would be such a GOOD party!

God DAMN but do I love Scott Pilgrim

To grit on ( Read more... )

I got sad, I got happy again, and lord knows I got sad again. They say it, so it's true: a blind hog does eventually find an acorn ( Read more... )