This one is titled "blood and superstition"

step oneFrom the wound's shallow escape rivulets of blood ran down my skin onto the white linoleum floor. I had cut myself in the kitchen, being clumsy, being careless. I thought of nothing, fallen, prepared detached objectivity to move my eyes and assess the damage. The incision wasn't deep enough to ( Read more... )

Why?

If any of you have read this post located in my auxiliary journal, then probably you're already aware of the thoughts going through my mind over these last few days. I honestly forget that this journal is there a lot of times, in case you were wondering why you haven't been added to it ( Read more... )

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The urinals in the men's restroom of the Zona Rosa food court (Kansas City North, Missouri) are equipped with plasma television screens above the bowl and automatic flush mechanism, framed in brushed stainless steel. An advertisement is displayed on these screens for a few seconds then to be wiped like PowerPoint into a different advertisement. I ( Read more... )

This has turned into one of those three day weekends where I wish I could just get back to work. I'm bored and I have a headache. Nothing's open except gas stations and unremarkable Chinese buffets. I can't even buy groceries, something I sorely need as my cupboards are essentially bare. I'm mad at my best friend. Somewhere along the way I lost my ( Read more... )

part three

ROADKILL THAT I SAW ON THE WAY TO KANSAS CITY1. Squirrel ( Read more... )

part oneBASIC INSTRUCTIONS FOR HOW TO TALK TO THAT WEIRD OLD GUY WHO HAND-ROLLS HIS OWN CIGARETTES AND LOITERS AT EVERY COFFEEHOUSE THAT HAS EVER BEEN IN BUSINESS AND THAT ISN'T A STARBUCKS, EVER ( Read more... )

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"behind the scenes of the post that's immediately going to follow this one, entitled "the kansas-nebraska sea"I don't know, man. This is some shit ( Read more... )