Benny and Sandies sat beneath the rusted back porch awning of Carl’s shoe store, watching cars roll by on the road. It was early October in Texas and the city had become excited by the decrease in temperature. “I don’t like doing this anymore Benny. Everyone looks at us like they know our life in… Continue reading No Place Like Home
It was 1:30 AM on a Friday. I had been up for four days straight with no sleep. Since Monday I had finished a twenty-page paper over the worst book in the world, for my literary criticism class, a ten-page paper for a theory class I was taking, helped my roommate… Continue reading The Pumpkin Muse
I walk each day through waves of sand. With others every day. We bring the oceans to the land, And wait for yesterday. For forty days and forty years We travel. Play each word by ear. And maybe stick with some strange part To ancient voices in our heart. We voyage like the Vikings did… Continue reading That Which Keeps Us Moving
You Got Me Down: I haven’t had too much to drink the last couple days. You got me down. I’ve been trying to spin away from it all. Playing cheesy computer games, and listening to Lucinda Williams till 6:00 in the morning, wondering if my car is getting towed. Sick like heroin, with you. I rest… Continue reading You got me down (An Anthem of Absence)
There are cigarettes in bottles that are scattered through the house. From all the time we’ve spent alone or bored staring at the couch. And the smoke perfume of solitude, swirls, circles like a ghost. It whispers things like go to bed, or figure out the rules. And you find yourself in hallways leading… Continue reading Disorganize Me
Ajani Foreword by Brant Cooley – A trusted and reliable source definitely known for some history stuff, and not the authors alter ego. (The publisher of this article has fact-checked all of this, we promise.) While we can neither confirm nor deny whether the events contained within this entry are actual or fictitious, it is… Continue reading Ajani
..kindadorky’s Xanga Blog 1.1 Thu, 25 Dec 2008 00:07:27 -05:00 really short lullaby Twas a twinkle-toed tooth technician that thought the time taken to trace the train tracks to the edges of the daybreak would be something worthwile. Whoooo-Whoo! Click click click click ping click whomp. ‘spquidge’ clack clack clack. Boy was he wrong. Disorganize. There… Continue reading xanga remembered
Zonino The Rambler 