Headline, Thoughtcrime
Gatsby Home Invasion
[July 3, 2011]As I left the liquor store the heat of the afternoon entered my lungs like a hot paste in which I distinguished the smells of asphalt, crumbling plaster, and rotting fruit from the dumpster nearby. Here the bus had its station; it stood on the other side of the street, on a break with its [...]
The Deep Web
[June 16, 2011]“Information wants to be free.” – Stewart Brand I knew I shouldn’t have, but I did. I took the red pill. I sat there and watched the cars on the freeway, they barely moved. In that moment a decision was made. I was going into the Deep Webs. Who the fuck was I anyway? Once [...]
Angie
[June 13, 2011]My friend Angie is dead, suicide. Knew her for several years, she reminded me of the book Flowers for Algernon. She was vibrant, and brilliant, and doomed. She was Irish, family with members of the IRA, enter the liquor. She had been in a serious automobile accident a couple years ago, it banged her up [...]
Ignus Fatuus
[June 1, 2011]Ignus Fatuus The only solitude is Sleep or death We were not clever enough Kind to others and cruel to self When self asked for mercy and was denied The holiest privacy remains waiting on us and all that was misunderstood or abandoned will come together let my failure be your fortune this [...]
The Self-Licking Ice-Cream Cone
[November 12, 2010]It’s this goddamn heat. I stumble around my apartment sipping whiskey in only my underpants. My guitars are all thrown out of tune. My drunken fingers pluck mellifluous chords as my whiskey voice bellows deep of an unrelenting sorrow. My pores open up, sweat comes out. I’m oozing life and there’s nothing or nobody to [...]
Black Maria
[November 3, 2010]It was just another day in the coal mines. I was sitting in a bar on 30th Street. It was around midnight and I was in my usual bewildered state. I mean, you know, nothing works right: the women, the weather, the economy, the bums, the streetlights. Finally you just sit in a kind of [...]
Sinking Ship
[October 28, 2010]I woke up in Serina’s apartment Sunday morning, still drunk. Yeah, she’s that stripper that went war wacky and started cluster-bombing me with calls at 3am every night. That’s right, that same Serina that sent me that handmade gift box and told everyone in her club that I was “born to fuck”. As my bro [...]
Snowden
[October 24, 2010]I am wandering the cold wet streets alone at night as dark figures slither in and out of shadows. A conspiracy of whispers and crooked gestures with gnarled hands in the periphery. Until their tenuous union is shattered by a tin can rattling on the concrete and they are gone. Evaporating into the neon afterlife. [...]
Hissing Cockroach
[October 23, 2010]“Piss on you!” Shirley screamed at me. She’s the evil old lady that lives below me, just to set the record straight. “Piss on you!” I was stunned, laughing my ass off. I had asked her not to have her construction people park in my spot. They did it three days in a row and [...]
The Ecdysiast Dilemma
[October 11, 2010]I woke up this morning on my couch with a hangover. Yeah, welcome to my life. My phone lay blinking on the coffee table, its tiny red eye telling me that I probably used it to conduct despicable deeds deep in the throes of another hypnotic drunk. I start pulling memories from my head like [...]
