Saturday, February 27, 2010
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
i survived. and all i got was this bitchin' outlook on life...
kurt vonnegut was one savvy punte madre. thats a good thing. in a lecture he gave at clowes hall in indianapolis in 1997 that was published in the book ' armageddon in retrospect', he gives the following advice to new writers:
(ahem)
" dont use semi colons! they are transvestite hermaphrodites, representing exactly nothing. all they do is suggest you might have gone to college."
prudent. to say the least.
now go read the book and stop hurting each other.
(ahem)
" dont use semi colons! they are transvestite hermaphrodites, representing exactly nothing. all they do is suggest you might have gone to college."
prudent. to say the least.
now go read the book and stop hurting each other.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Saturday, February 20, 2010
you're the only tennessee
setting out in search of the trickle down. town.
could be worse.
should be coming soon. coming home.
our heart break will be televised.
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tiny desks. winning numbers.
there's a hole where my pocket used to be. and i cant find my
changes. quartered and drawn.
recovered from this secretive cinematic bravado.
the song goes on forever...
could be worse.
should be coming soon. coming home.
our heart break will be televised.
votes on how much you like this commentary.
and 7 other personal opinings.
tiny desks. winning numbers.
there's a hole where my pocket used to be. and i cant find my
changes. quartered and drawn.
recovered from this secretive cinematic bravado.
the song goes on forever...
here comes the one...
head in lap, heart in mouth.
and that's a fact.
the last corner 'round the track.
ashen and less than holy, and in forty days
you'll have my back.
leaves of grass and arguments concerning gawd. merge with the
infinite pleasure of never knowing, always knowing.
punch out a tune instead of a face, and we're three steps forward and three steps back. a drunken waltz for a failing trust.
post cards for the downwardly mobile. one for every failed prayer.
donations will be matched if they are dated before the thaw.
and that's a fact.
the last corner 'round the track.
ashen and less than holy, and in forty days
you'll have my back.
leaves of grass and arguments concerning gawd. merge with the
infinite pleasure of never knowing, always knowing.
punch out a tune instead of a face, and we're three steps forward and three steps back. a drunken waltz for a failing trust.
post cards for the downwardly mobile. one for every failed prayer.
donations will be matched if they are dated before the thaw.
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