BAH

You reach a certain point in existence when chasing your cat around your house naked does not enthrall you anymore. You reach a certain point in your life when putting cigarettes out on your genitals does not excite you any longer. Is this growing up? Is this maturity? Dad, why do I have these fantasies and feelings? Dad, why can't I get off ( Read more... )

Gay Man Working (aka Dead Man Walking ( Read more... )

a. Allmusic refused to let me access its gorgeous glory today-- it nearly broke my heart. Luckily the pieces were picked up and put back together by the cute new haircut of the Artist formerly known as s i c k l i f 3. Before it had the chance to be broken, that piece of shit inside of my chest experienced the exceptional joy that are the exotic ( Read more... )

Ypsilanti feels deader than Terri Schiavo tonight. Even when the sun seeps out over the skyline like a disgusting infection, the gorgeous site reminds me that sights such as these are just simple infestations of my brain and heart. They carry on and they kill me. The sun is my Spring and the moon is my Summer-- just two more unjust ladies that I ( Read more... )

Describe yourself using one band and song titles from that band

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Choose a band/artist and answer only in song TITLES by that band:The Smiths.Are you male or female:I keep mine hidden.Describe yourself:Sweet and tender hooligan.How do some people feel about you:The boy with the thorn in his side.How ( Read more... )

Einstein's Dreams..

Nicola let us borrow her car because we needed cigarettes. Her keys fit into the ignition just as swell as the night fit into my imagination. There was this gorgeous passenger in her passenger seat. The weight his body held against the leather seat is a minor percentage of the weight his body held against my heart and mind (not counting the weight ( Read more... )

If Sprint and Nextel, and AT&T and Cingular, can come together.. Why can't we?

Ypsilanti tonight is like a ghost town. There is no J. Mascis, only the fog. The glow of streetlights are like ghosts. The rotating sign of the liquor store is like Moses at midnight. "I dreamt about you last night and I fell out of bed twice. You can pin and mount me like a butterfly, but 'Take me to the haven of your bed' was something that you ( Read more... )