Monthly Archives: May 2015

This place… Take a look around. Take it in. Take it with a grain of salt, but this place used to be an outpost. This place used to be the tunnel’s end. This place used to be unique alone inspired. … Continue reading →

This quest is eternal. I’ve been looking for you ever since we parted all those years ago. I didn’t even understand the internet then but still I searched for you. I Metacrawled and Alta Visited, I jumped on the Dogpile … Continue reading →

When young I had a guinea pig that I grew to hate fairly quickly. He made noises in the night and smelled and constantly insisted on being fed and watered and having his bedding changed. I didn’t make my own … Continue reading →

I owe you a letter I know but I don’t have anything to say. Nothing I’m proud of. Nothing important. I have no interesting stories no indicative anecdotes nothing of note had happened this week this month this millennium. Things … Continue reading →

Go, Brad. It’s time for you to leave. You can’t stay here you’re not welcome in this neighborhood. You’re not welcome in the state. You’ve been hiding in safety for too long avoiding the dangers waiting right outside the door … Continue reading →

She’s got an exclamation point on her ass. What does that mean? What could it signify? Why does she have such a mark in such a place? Does she want to draw that attention? Is that her special thing? Did … Continue reading →

You should be dancing with her instead of standing there bobbing head seeming cooler than thou thinking she doesn’t mind your bullheaded stance. She may not mind. She may be willing to accept your unwillingness to sweat to move like … Continue reading →

I see them sometimes in the distance in neighborhoods I visit infrequently. I spy them tripping down sidewalks and hide before they can see me. While sneaking through shadows I spy them – those three – traveling amiably ambling away … Continue reading →

She kissed him softly and asked to stay the night and while he didn’t respond right away he knew the answer before she had asked the question. “I’m not the one,” he said “It ain’t me, babe.” “I can’t go … Continue reading →

(after Bill)   I have eaten   the cakes you had  placed in the fridge last night that you were hoping to take to market today for to sell.  I have tossed the notes you wrote atop the cakes  which … Continue reading →