"In the arch of your back I see the great salt lake, and I'm a fish, just swimmin' in the glory of your creation."

I'd like to say that to somebody...

Ladies and Gentlemen, the Lakeside boys:


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It struck me as it has before, only with less violence, that there would need to be changes. Changes in different forms. First, quit smoking. OK. Second, participate in your community... (I.E.) work with kids, build houses, ultimately kill the devil ( Read more... )

I drove a van in the city today. I went up eighth avenue and down Broadway. Inside the van were twelve girls in pink trench coats. I would drop them off at various spots in the city. At the end of the day I picked them up. I will do it again tomorrow. This is the type of thing I do for money ( Read more... )

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Whenever I listen to Tom Petty I want to brush my teeth. Juke boxes with sticky buttons. Drunken fingers spilling beer for counting crows and creeds. We're all children, but we're drunk, so we want to mate. We want to make a thousand babies ( Read more... )

A man called romantic despair ( Read more... )

I'm alone. There's a blue light in this bathroom. Gorgeous blue. I've been in here for at least fourteen minutes, soaking in the blue. It bounces off black tile walls, sitting between the creases, a solace imbedded in black squares. This is the third bar I've been in tonight and the third bathroom. Why do I stay? I've used the utilities. I ( Read more... )

Of course you know I was recently at a wedding. I made a toast at the wedding. I remember it very well. A woman in a fine dress sang a toast before me. She had a good voice and said very nice things in her song. I came up after her ( Read more... )

which movie based on title alone, would you go see first?

1. The Girl On The Train

2. The Last Romantic

3. The Virgin Poet

An old man once held me on his lap. His face fell around brilliant eyes. Creases folded on top of creases. They hadn't changed in years. They'd been there like wisdom from an early age. His ears were half the size of his head. His hair receeded and white. But in the calm of his arms I found the root of all that is home. Giant wrinkled hands ( Read more... )