Butter up the skillet, home fry. You can’t? Oh, that’s right, I already cooked you. Ouch. You must be feeling salty.
What can we even call valuable these days? Not money, that’s for GOT DANG sure. Something far away and winking at us. It doesn’t want us to know it has a glass eye. Trust me, I know what I’m talking about. Remember the Christmas party back in ’97? Hysterical.
Find a kindred spirit, fill it up with gopher planters, Tell your friend that you’ll go strand ‘er, Nothing much to fear, it. What’s your motive, buddy? Got a bindle on your shoulder, I saw you sleepin’ on that boulder. Look a little muddy. I just want to see right here what gopher planters do … Continue reading Gopher Planters
The devil’s in the derailing of that train, the baby crying for closure, the military brat skipping along the sidewalk in Atlanta while his father dodges bullets every day. Yeah, there’s plenty of devil all around us, surrounding our waking lives with the idea that we’re not good enough to do what we really want … Continue reading Well, Yeah XXX
Why do I want attention? Honestly, I don’t want attention. My words want attention. I want attention for my words, not my ego. Do I need to develop an overactive, self-indulgent, ridiculously aggressive ego in order to do anything with my life that makes me seem like an important person? What is importance? There’s no … Continue reading Attention Deficit