It's all around you, like smog. This train isn't bound for glory.
Background by Deak Ferrand, who pwnz.
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I remember, shortly after 9/11, the TV was on. And wasn't it always on? No airplanes, but plenty of TV. Apparently, that is what we do. I don't say that it's bad or good; I say that it is what we do, now that we are the people that we have become. An off-screen announcer said, behind plain . . . (More)
At one point, I ordered pizza, as we do in this great land of ours amen. I noticed that if you ordered two eleven inch pizzas, the second was significantly discounted, so I ordered two identical eleven inchers. The kid on the phone opined that a single seventeen inch pizza would . . . (More)
I am vaguely comforted by the thought that we were all fucked into existence. (Well, most of us anyway.)Was it as good for you as it was for me? Tags: Everything ; Nothing ; Memoirs ; Whatever . . . (More)
Giants walked the Earth in those days; what can I say? He lived in San Diego's Ocean Beach - "OB" to the cognoscenti. He was a talented musician and artist, (even after he became blind) and he was from Outer Space. There were certain delicate rumours that LSD may have been im . . . (More)
I don't really know my neighbors. Who does?But I can see their future.There's a young couple, no kids, across the street, and I was looking across at their yard from my balcony when something about it struck me as odd - a little cartoonish. I at first thought my ragged neurons were to bl . . . (More)
I know exactly what I mean to be doing here, and I have no idea how to do it. I want to strip all the coating off my skewed view, my experiences, what I have seen of the world and made of it. This is all one can do with words, after all - or most of what's worth doing. I am no solipsist . . . (More)
I have apparently been living in Seattle for nearly a month, which is an odd thing to find myself saying. I don't particularly feel like I have been living here, even though I have a daily commute and other external signs of citizenship - it seems very much like I . . . (More)