best of

um, yeah.

take my tongue, it’s cocked and loaded

the long and windy road that leads to my point

and miles and miles and miles …

25 miles cruised through the country (both ways) (each way i mean) (oh hell it was 50 miles) (in opposite directions) (taxis call it 10-6, 10-19) (it was not nearly long enough) (and yet it was perfect) and there was a shoe sale in the middle and then the 99cent rack at goodwill at the [...]

two.a.m.

i go a little tilty at a different sort of windmill entirely

justice to the left of me, justice to the right

The quality of mercy is not strain’d, It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it is twice blest; It blesseth him that gives and him that takes: William Shakespeare [Merchant of Venice, IV. i. 184] and what is given what is taken what is left laying out in the rain [...]

it would seem this is my new favorite category

there are things i have frightened myself writing. perhaps frightened is the wrong word, unless it isn’t; i am referring to intense intimate things that happen in the text box of a weblog entry screen, and since i have private places to keep private things, it means these things mean to be public things, which [...]

don’t be afraid, my lawyer said this is just a formality

as i get stronger and healthier my levels of frustration have gotten worse, not better, and i’m beginning to worry that, in the remotely possible eventuality that i ever manage get laid again, that i might actually hurt somebody. at this point i’m thinking i really ought to come with a warning label and some [...]

it is the engine that drives itself, but it chooses the uphill climb

saturday morning

note: you will either want to turn yoru speakers up, or down. me? i turn them up.

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