Tuesday, November 25, 2008
She nagged, she nagged, she nagged. She was nagging so much it made his eyes twitch with uncomfortable social pain and she wasn’t even his Mother. Even though he felt discomfort, he knew the girl was more uncomfortable than he. He was sure she didn’t want to sit next to her [...]
Monday, November 24, 2008
The Old Boy had been laid to rest around this time last year. His shallow grave was covered with rocks to cover the fact of his decomposition. When one goes about burying a body without a box to hold the remains, decomposition happens at an accelerated rate. This lack of an enclosure [...]
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Drog blunk, why not?
Everything makes sense in a nonsensical way, it’s like a Lewis Carroll fantasy with literal & visible portmanteaus floating in the air. I’d grab them and rip them in two, releasing them from their codependent imprisonment. Trade a hookah for cigarettes of poison, posing and posturing because they want to [...]
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Dear Little Boy,
Happy Birthday little man. I can’t believe it’s already been a year. You’ve become so smart and introspective in this time. You’ve helped me to grow and to share. You’ve helped to make me a better person. I thank you for that.
Here’s a card from Daddy. When [...]