January 2010
I have a papercut
JD Salinger died yesterday, and I don’t have the right words for it. Not much I feel I can say about that besides goodbye.
I’ve never really listened to Nirvana or bought into the Cobain mania, but today whilst browsing for Nerudo in the large library downtown I found his journals misplaced in the poetry section. There was time to kill so I started to read, and then took them out...
old bones
A few months after the mysterious injury of my tailbone, I can finally stand up after sitting down on most surfaces for a period of time without every inch of my lower back screaming in agony.
So what do I do immediately following my miraculous recovery?
I slam my elbow into the curved wall of a forty foot ice slide whilst shooting down it like a rocket full of crushing elbow pain.
Yes,...
Darkly Dreaming
I’d date Dexter.
So would Edna.
It’s hard to explain.
But I would.
Even if he tried to go down on me during Terms of Endearment.
Especially if he tried to go down on me during Terms of Endearment.
a happy marriage
Edna
12:05 AM
you can definitely be eli. seeing as he is the woman
and the jew, I suppose.
and the bottom!
it’s totally you
starrynightscitylights
12:05 AM
DAMMIT
i suppose it is
Edna
12:06 AM
plus if you had twitter, it would be damn clever, too
and tisch, of course. he’s like an alternate dimensional jew-you
I think that’s my quote of the day.
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As do I, Edna,...
Oh, Chuck
This week, there’s another miracle in the tabloids.
It’s something folks call the Roadkill Jesus Christ. The tabbloids call him “The I-84 Messiah”. Some guy who stops along the highway, wherever there’s a dead animal, he lays his hands on it, and Amen. The ragged cat or crushed dog, even a deer folded in half by a tractor-trailer, they gasp and sniff the air. They stand on their broken legs...
