Happy belated manufactured love day. My brain, which is as often as not in complete incoherence with my heart, basically gives the finger to the fake holiday. My heart, meanwhile, seems to give no shits, although maybe it would matter if I had an other in my life. Either way, their handshake solidarity is shaky, … Continue reading Da Brain. Duh, Heart.
Yesterday, very much to my disappointment, I woke up with a zit. You know the kind - a small mound of soft-on-the-outside, semi-hardened-on-the-inside gunk - a micro anthill, remaining just beneath the surface of the skin, with a tiny baby titty pushing through like a weed that has found a crack in the pavement. I know, … Continue reading Zits n Tits
My brain can be a real asshole sometimes. My very own super-computer, wrinkled and gray and locked away between my ears, what I heard once referred to as "the most sophisticated pharmacy in the world", (although not mine specifically) seems to do all it can do to fuck with me, outwriting this wannabe writer 24/7 … Continue reading The Dude, Picard & Fry, Oh My!
Consider the life of a paper clip, an unassuming little piece of twisted steel with a heady job: to hold things together. I'd half feel sorry for the little guy, all bent up, ever working to keep things in place, its burden more askew than not at times, and often over the capacity of its … Continue reading Proverbial Office Supplies
