Monthly Archives: August 2013

(after Oli) My Internist tells me I’ve got nine pints of blood in my body. My psychiatrist says I’m under duress. Between the two of these physicians, I am a bloody mess.

That Charlie Chaplin sure fucked a lot of young girls. He got married, like, nineteen times, and always to women who were decades junior – and sometimes sophomore*. He liked to tell people what to do which is why he … Continue reading →

You broke me, Alice. When you left, when you departed this world we once knew so well, when you said, "That pack of cigarettes is NOT going to buy itself," and you walked out the door left slightly ajar – … Continue reading →