What is the internet doing, if anything, to the average reader?
Why does orange juice taste so good?
What of the tendency to want to publish something in its first draft?
What are some of the things you like to do immediately after taking a shower?
When reading poetry, or I guess anything, how does it make you feel when you come across an ancient Greek or Roman reference or something really old like that?
Am I glad to own a cell phone?
Friday, January 29, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Here is a fun way to die
Being sucked up and kept inside a tornado
the body never found, news
reports without presumption
the tornado receding back into the clouds
the body never found, news
reports without presumption
the tornado receding back into the clouds
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Friday, January 15, 2010
Here is a post about Chicago but it is mostly about me not being involved with a group of writers except you guys who are far away
Gonna try and start getting involved with things in Chicago. I saw Peter Cavanaugh last week and he rattled off to me a bunch of readings that happen regularly so I said "ass kickin" and he said "I know."
Another person I know Sarah said she knows a dude who does open mic things or something so I might go and find out about that.
Anyone reading this and from Chicago?
Another person I know Sarah said she knows a dude who does open mic things or something so I might go and find out about that.
Anyone reading this and from Chicago?
Labels:
Chicago,
Dogs,
Gettin wit it,
Peter Cavanaugh,
Sarah
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Hey. *Wink.* Hey.
I am. Thank you.
I am. Schnaps: slippery when wet.
I am. Road. You are dead.
I am. Dead.
You are dead.
Thanks for hanging out with me.
a funny thing i just thought of
three fat neckbeards at a football game, sitting, shirtless, with MEH painted on their chests
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Friday, January 1, 2010
Portrait of the New Year, Muncie, The New Year, 2010
I existed twenty-four times tonight, maybe more.
There was an excuse on everyone's lips.
I became old immediately.
I died to the sound of dancing humans.
There was an excuse on everyone's lips.
I became old immediately.
I died to the sound of dancing humans.
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