Inspired by a random name I came across on facebook  Wayne Panrucker What a fucker. I fucking hate that guy. Wore his hair like a fucking queer. Fuck him. Always going on about how metal he was. Oh yeah Punfucker? You weren’t so metal when we bet you up in front of your girlfriend that night, your eyes […]Read Post ›

My body was heavy, fresh from heavenly sensations, from the other world, the world of sleepy dreamers, the yellow man, the brown man, the white man, all men. My head was stuck to the pillow, rolling felt so good, every turn into the cold covers, warming them, doing good man, One of nothing, and One […]Read Post ›

I stare at my computer and look at a real moment when I said goodbye, captured by the pixels on my glass monitor. It blows me away. To document an arrival at departure is so god damn human. I want to say that in these days of your absence I have had a lot of […]Read Post ›

Hey… This is my first time doing one of these so cut me a little slack if you could, I’ma try my best though. The first great speech I heard was at my Uncle Tom’s wedding. Some of you might remember it. My pop gave it. I remember him moving people; having opened himself up […]Read Post ›

Read with Radio Cure by Wilco playing softly in background. Sung verses of poem are to be queued with sung verses in song. (Sung) Cheer up, honey, I hope you can There is something wrong with me, Words are coming out all wrong, Always, My person is open and undone, I wish we could go […]Read Post ›

INFORMATION: Billy Poolhairs is a drug inhaler. Billy Poolhairs has been laid once in his life by a desperado named Miranda Silverman, who in fact died of a cocaine overdose three days after having sex with Billy. It was a night of ecstasies. There was the drug of course, a pill which comes in different […]Read Post ›

Why when you’re in conversation, and you stare at her transition lenses, the lenses that don’t let you see her eyes, but let you see the tears stream down the corner of her eye onto her cheek do you not realize that there were probably a hundred people that passed? When do you realize a […]Read Post ›

The density of guilt is much heavier than fat ~0.9 g/ml. We let go of our need to go like waves because the seashore got too crowded we moved in search, manifest destiny, procurers of sun-embalmed spirits we feel frustration b/c answers were not given only partial proposed quasi-questions axed we sit next to what […]Read Post ›