Monthly Archives: April 2012

(i’m gonna give it to you, give it to you, give it to you, give it to you, give it to you)

in the morning, he feasted on piggy bits while his woman feasted big old spit. and it was so goddamn good that he thought he was hallucinating. and he was

in a grey car zipping
through a grey weather squinting
on a grey bridge swinging

to San Francisco! where he wore Lily in his hair for fifteen minutes or more while waiting for government workers to bring salvation back in the form of a place to park his swinging gray weather.

there’s nothing to do but do what people do, he said, so he showed a black & white picture here, met a decaffeinated chief executive there, penned secret blog posts pretty much everywhere.

cellphone’s dead, swinging bridges grey with grey, blunts is blonde with bombs like, what? selling beer is money? like, what? birthdays feel like birthdays.

speaking of sex,

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possible reasons i got an ocular migraine today

headbanging last night
clams last night
prosciutto last night
100 mph today
roasted pork rice today Continue reading

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the prettiest creature

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Those Who Tell the Truth Shall Die, Those Who Tell the Truth Shall Live Forever

you think people would take a lesson from The Social Network and just avoid penning new blog posts when they’re bitter upset about their girlfriends or ex-girlfriends or whatever. but we don’t. last night, after my second time ever experiencing … Continue reading

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all black fender jazz bass fretless

no, i can’t take the pussy with me
but the pussy can take me with it.
for the inside of a woman’s flesh is death,
and it’s there i’ll lay my head to rest. Continue reading

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to do everything

there are times you park on Lily and feel like the luckiest man in the universe for it. but really you know it’s just the tip of the iceberg.

drive drive drive drive drive my spiritual drugs to the San Francisco sun. the rain drives me sane. Continue reading

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“dream dust” by Langston Hughes

Gather out of star-dust,
Earth-dust,
Cloud-dust,
Storm-dust,
And splinters of hail,
One handful of dream-dust,
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