it's nothing but time...that's all it is.
Friday, December 19, 2014
Maso Chism
And then there's the point in life
where you have to moment
when you wonder:
"am I the only person I know who managed to, somehow, temporarily blind himself in one eye...
with a sandwich."
(scene)
where you have to moment
when you wonder:
"am I the only person I know who managed to, somehow, temporarily blind himself in one eye...
with a sandwich."
(scene)
Thursday, December 18, 2014
Wednesday, December 17, 2014
The plays of Gertrude Stein
were either never intended to be performed as plays,
(using the script form as a different framework to construct poetry)
or are complete and utter bullshit.
(using the script form as a different framework to construct poetry)
or are complete and utter bullshit.
Sunday, December 14, 2014
contact
There are moments when it occurs to you that you need a hug. There are many others when it doesn't, though you still need the embrace.
hu-mans are weerd.
hu-mans are weerd.
Friday, December 12, 2014
Wheelie
I just realized/remembered that I dreamed I was riding a unicycle within the past couple nights/days.
Someone there was encouraging. I believe it was the honorable Bill Montgomery.
(no, you likely don't know him, but I do)
Someone there was encouraging. I believe it was the honorable Bill Montgomery.
(no, you likely don't know him, but I do)
Wednesday, December 10, 2014
I never imagined
sitting outside on the boat at night amid lightly flurried snow in the hurried darkness of almost-winter night
with a visibility so low as to virtually hide the mile of construction that is the Verrazano and the millions of people that is Brooklyn
could be this pleasant.
Quiet.
Beautiful, even.
with a visibility so low as to virtually hide the mile of construction that is the Verrazano and the millions of people that is Brooklyn
could be this pleasant.
Quiet.
Beautiful, even.
Tuesday, December 09, 2014
Object Recognition
(while taking pictures in the open storage area at Brooklyn Museum)
Lady with group of 3 others: Excuse me, have you been on the fourth floor?
Me: Yeah
Lady: What's down there?
Me: an architecture/design exhibit - models of home interiors from NY in the 19th century
Lady: Oh, that's sounds good. Thank you.
Me: Your welcome
Lady: (walking away)...wichyo fine self...
Me: ...(smirk)
Lady with group of 3 others: Excuse me, have you been on the fourth floor?
Me: Yeah
Lady: What's down there?
Me: an architecture/design exhibit - models of home interiors from NY in the 19th century
Lady: Oh, that's sounds good. Thank you.
Me: Your welcome
Lady: (walking away)...wichyo fine self...
Me: ...(smirk)
Saturday, November 29, 2014
Thursday, November 27, 2014
dear snow,
Please: STOP IT.
Signed,
People Who Want to Put the Cylinder Jug and Head Back on Their 18yr Old Bike Before Staring at It Trying to Decide How They're Going to Get the Cams Back to the Correct Timing and Kicking Themselves for not Leaving the Crank at R/T Before Taking It All Apart
Friday, November 14, 2014
"Like 9 cans of shaving powder...
...this is funky."
Ohio Players - Funky Worm: http://youtu.be/bSIb4T5vu9E
Saturday, November 01, 2014
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
A lie
is a curse...
A curse broken only with the truth.
The longer the duration the lie has existed,
the more insistent one must be with the truth.
A lie is a cancer.
The truth is a healer.
Lower your pride,
raise your voice.
Beckon, "send me a healer!
Lord, send me a healer..."
A curse broken only with the truth.
The longer the duration the lie has existed,
the more insistent one must be with the truth.
A lie is a cancer.
The truth is a healer.
Lower your pride,
raise your voice.
Beckon, "send me a healer!
Lord, send me a healer..."
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
Sunday, October 12, 2014
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