Blue skies from here to eternity. Cold snow fields like white blankets across the horizon. The wind howling a soft serenade. Here I sit inside this black truck with a thermos of oolong tea and a silver plated revolver, heavy on my palm. I sip from one and caress the hardness of the other. The familiar suit feels so good across my bones. What do ( Read more... )

What has become of you, where have your words gone? She asked. I've been doing my downpour in red ink not in world wide net. It's long and complicated, this absence. Easiest way to explain it is to quote Wattie Buchan ( Read more... )

( Read more... )

Amidst all the madness that is this mortal coil of mine I sometimes get to smile the idiot smile of a damn lucky fool. I've been surrounded by the one thing I love above all else, the beauty of the dame ( Read more... )

That's the weirdest looking palm tree I've ever seen. Pretty laughs at my rubeness and tells me it's a cell tower painted up fake to appease the locals who were complaining about what an eye sore they were. Trying to cover them up, makes them look shittier - like a dog face dame with too much makeup and not a clue. I breathe the surprisingly fresh ( Read more... )

I was laughing like a krunk clown on speed with a serious case of the giggles this morning - soon enough I started cackling! The culprits: LDS and their tiny little minds ( Read more... )

Sitting waiting... anticipating nothing ( Read more... )

( Read more... )

I've never been much for the christ rituals, bah humbug has always been more my cup of tea. But I never had the chance to watch nieces jump like gleeful jelly beans after tearing open boxes covered in silly wrappings. My curmudgeon heart melted away, what a lovely mess I made of my shirt. It's been a rough year, weeks of sleepless meanderings, ( Read more... )

Like fallen juggernaut skeletons rotting on the battlefield of Devils versus Gods, I see them. Man made machines who've lost their might and mechanized glory. Vintage tractors left in a purgatory field of cracked dirt and withered loneliness. What guarantee do I have that I won't end up in the same hell? Hart-Parr, Massey Ferguson, Oliver.. will my ( Read more... )