A Brief Case of Migraine
"Don’t jump!" Something told me.
I was tip-toed looking over the fire escape with my hands on the railing.
My migraine hurt. I want a clear mind to decide. Give me just a few damned hours.
The bellboy knocked, and I answered. He found that damn briefcase. That fucking dreadful thing. So I tipped him a buck.
“Thanks” he grunted.
He walked down the hall. I could hear him mumbling something. I wasn’t sure what he said. I shut the door and was thankful the briefcase was back to me. My head still hurt but I don't have to die today.
Tap tap tap
Thanks for the tip asshole, go kill yourself.
Tap tap tap ding.
Down the elevator, the bellboy went.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
WRITINGS
real is not quantifiable
miracles are not quantifiable
so we are stuck in the middle of the segment limiting ourselves to believe in either one
and even at both ends there are skeptics
some skeptical of magic with miracles
some skeptical with the half-life of science
miracles are not quantifiable
so we are stuck in the middle of the segment limiting ourselves to believe in either one
and even at both ends there are skeptics
some skeptical of magic with miracles
some skeptical with the half-life of science
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
LOCAL UPDATE 8/25
No internet til Friday. I've been in new york and everything's been good. Posting this with my phone. Not much to say. See you soon!
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
LOCAL UPDATE 8/17
this is a little late cause i'm here now.
everything is moved, i need to sort and organize and i should have more things to show you soon.
Friday, August 13, 2010
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
LOCAL UPDATE 8/10
i'll be busy with moving this coming week thru weekend. i doubt there'll be much to be up during that time. but if you're in new york, i'll see you there!
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Friday, August 6, 2010
Thursday, August 5, 2010
SOME THINGS
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
WRITINGS
Amibition Reaches High With a Nail in He's Foot.
when ambitions run high
you want to fly to the sky
once you find you're there
you gasp and gasp for air
your head expands
your mind unfolds
and it tangles you up.
"My end is near. I wish I could've known."
when ambitions run high
you want to fly to the sky
once you find you're there
you gasp and gasp for air
your head expands
your mind unfolds
and it tangles you up.
"My end is near. I wish I could've known."
Sunday, August 1, 2010
PLUG (Brad and Tubbs)
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