Archive for the ‘Life’ Category
Tuesday, May 6th, 2008
When Walter visited us at the commune, he didn't talk philosophy. He made a big production out of fishing and communing with nature.
In fairness, he was communicating with nature, but it was more with all things mysterious.
Walter was a curious soul. He was tall and squinted at the world ...
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Thursday, May 1st, 2008
Tomorrow I'll drink the joy juice.
That'll shake things up, inside and outside this skull.
Everything old will be new again, and I'll be myself for a change.
Don't worry, it's no worse than Iggy Pop.
The real magic is inside us, anyway.
Some of us just need a good kick in the ass every ...
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Saturday, April 26th, 2008
If Lenny Bruce was alive, he'd have his place in the sun, now.
Who could offer more scathing commentary on our all-too-human foibles?
The inward tension oozed from his pores.
If junkies get relief from the existential buzz, no wonder they're addicts.
Just living is work when you don't have a maid.
In this material ...
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Friday, April 25th, 2008
Mr. Smooth said that cars run better when he's a passenger.
I thought it was a smug thing to say but I have to admit it's true, at least when he rides with me.
He's not the swivel-hipped rebel from some forgotten vignette now showing on YouTube— he's more like someone with ...
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Saturday, April 19th, 2008
Somebody knocked on the door and I looked through the little window at what could only be a Jehovah's Witness, with his black leather satchel and white short sleeves.
I knew he had a mission.
This was a golden opportunity, so I stripped and put on my thong.
Then I opened the door ...
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Sunday, April 13th, 2008
When I saw the bleached-blonde psycho writhing on the bed in her red hotpants like she was warming up for a gang bang with the Pirate crew, I knew Captain Hornblower was on board.
She asked me if I had any powder and I told her to go fuck herself, knowing ...
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Tuesday, April 8th, 2008
Nothing like a royal palm tree to make you feel the subtropical vibe— they're sculpturally exotic.
A cool breeze caresses his worries away as he pulls his feet slowly through the pleasantly coarse sand beneath his table.
By the look of his eyes I'd say he's got a good buzz on.
I guess ...
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