Monthly Archives: June 2013

I met a man named Schenectady Pete he did some things that aren’t sweet so sour, in fact, was that little Peter that when unmet his mom, I beat her. and If I’ could go back in time, His mom … Continue reading →

She has the look of a faded still in perfect pose and aged past perfection. There is something classic and not of this age about her. She sounds sharp quick warm some sort of a screwball comedienne who keeps up … Continue reading →

When the gerbil died I didn’t know what to do so I danced a mournful dance and I bought a tiny box and I went to the back yard and I prayed on it and then I grilled the gerbil … Continue reading →