He was having that dream where he brushed his teeth.  He’d run the bristles gingerly across a wide grin-really more a caricature of brushing-then he’d lower the brush to inspect his work.  The lips, stretched into a demented and joyless smile, traced the dual rows of beige in a dripping oval of foam.  He turned his chin, keeping his eyes set on the ( Read more... )

I have heard there are places “in-between”. Not “in between” in the way you are familiar with it. Not like “my brain is in between my two ears” as it is at this moment. No, this vagary of perception extends further than mere points in three-dimensional space. It’s speaks of another world. Multiple “other worlds.” In fact, the concept itself evokes ( Read more... )

No car today. I walked my ass to K-Mart to buy the new Charlie and the Chocolate Factory soundtrack. But the shit drops tomorrow! Bogus.

Total Eclipse of the Hearth

“A mustache?” Bill Thurmond whined incredulously as he stare at the rim of gold arching over David Tierney’s lip. “Why?”

“Yeah. Well, uh… It’s to, um ( Read more... )

For about the time it would take you to complete an 8 minute walk, I’ve been a man. Yes, in fact the Gestapo just got finished stomping my Batman action figures into dust enough for the Elixir of Man. A briny manhood pulp to quell my thirst for age, delivered to me on a blanket of carnal diversion. A deluge of Hustlers (amber lit cigarettes stuffed ( Read more... )

1.      Eye color?::  Brown

2.      Hair color?::  Brown

3.      Height?::  5’11”

4.      Favorite food?::  Pizza

5.      Favorite junk food?::  Cheese-its

6.      Favorite band?::  As of right now I’ve been listening to a lot of Jaco Pastorius. Although I suppose that’s not necessarily a band, per se. Goblin, maybe?

7.      Favorite movie?::  Well ( Read more... )

My dog’s dead. My singular inspiration for writing is dead. And my main Betty is jazzying up to a secondary cooz.

Gimme shelter and send me money cuz’ the plane has crashed into the goddam mountain!

So many flushed nights have passed. 5 months? 13 years? The exact date is at this point indeterminable. That tense and bogus afternoon clogged with ( Read more... )

I had that dream again. The one where all my lingering grudges and minced words are wiped clean and the alienated friends of yesterday come crawling out of every doorway to thank me for my noble candor and levelheaded guidance. I smile and bow in modest appreciation of their unabashed praise slowly scuttling my way down an ever narrowing corridor ( Read more... )

About a dozen or so people, fed up with violent life in the modern world (c. 1970), settle in a clearing in the middle of a wildlife preserve with no contact to the outside world. Here they begin to dress and talk in a period closer to 1870 and raise their children in the dark about the actual time period for reasons I don't fully understand. The ( Read more... )

Marty plays music.

Huey Lewis doesn’t like his band.

They are way too loud.

Marty is Doc’s friend.

He helps Doc’s experiments.

That seems weird to me.

Doc Brown wants to break

the space-time continuum.

It won’t be easy.

Doc Brown First had to

make the Flux Compasitor.

It’s the only way.

The Delorean,

because of its stainless steel,

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Alright, either you mothers start posting comments or I will be forced to learn Karate and visit each and every person in the world administering my own special brand of pain. Really, I think a little moral support would do wonders to encourage and educate not only me, but LiveJournal's enitre one-big-happy. I mean, come on ( Read more... )