July 2011
1 post
June 2011
2 posts
Fruit Man Blues
Here I am I am the fruit man I got a fruit man plan to get low on my fruit man land c’mon up baby squeeze my fruit man hand come down mama taste my fruit man jam
Woke up to Big Star’s “September Gurls” on my stereo. Hard to get out of bed when it is certain life will never be as good as that song.
May 2011
2 posts
April 2011
6 posts
context-free Charm City weekend
- took a Bowery tattoo
- threw a lot of bad paper
- met some precious cargo
- vive la revolucion
- death to motherfuckers
- “what, no hinges?”
Then I took a bath and went back to bed.
for you
she laughs
holding her cigarette
high in the air
with one arm
smoke sifting off
ignored
and we are in bed together
laughing
and we don’t care
about anything
and it is very
very funny.
-thanks to C. Bukowski. I owe you one.
Knock Loud
LISTEN
Just you wait ‘til I get home I know - it’ll be better than before When I walk right through that door - I know I won’t be afraid to love you anymore Cause it’s that same old feeling I told you before The one that I cling to I just can’t ignore Yes it’s summer here in town I know - I’ve been selfish and unkind When I walk right through...
“If I was a manager today, I’d go out to the mound in the seventh when a pitcher...”
– Tom Seaver
“Newports, Newports, packs and loosies.”
“At the end of the day, Mr. Warner returns to Harlem, where he often stays with his girlfriend. But even in bed, he is unable to put his day entirely behind him. His girlfriend sometimes complains, he said, that he mutters the word “Newports” again and again in his sleep.”
Source
March 2011
1 post
February 2011
3 posts
Channel 13 Houston: Police Caught On Tape Beating... →
Houston police got caught beating down 16-year-old robbery suspect Chad Holley last March, and now a Houston television station is letting the world see just how bad the beating was.
A fleeing Holley is shown running from officers and then falling, after being clipped by a Houston police car.
While lying face down, officers are shown surrounding Holley. After a few seconds, things get...
January 2011
1 post
Why Egypt’s popular rebellion is the greatest... →
givemesomethingtoread:
I’m writing this on January 28th, 2011, at 11:53 AM Cairo time, although I’m an ocean away from Cairo. But, as someone wrote the other day on Twitter, yesterday, we were all Tunisian; today, we are all Egyptian, and tomorrow, we will all be free. So today I am writing this on Cairo time.
(Thanks, Inky)
December 2010
7 posts
Captain says "Listen to the birds" →
November 2010
13 posts
He called me Jimmy Neutron and we laughed like bastards.
Thanksgiving Prayer - Billy Burroughs
Thanks for the wild turkey and the passenger pigeons, destined to be shat out through wholesome American guts. Thanks for a continent to despoil and poison. Thanks for Indians to provide a modicum of challenge and danger. Thanks for vast herds of bison to kill and skin leaving the carcasses to rot. Thanks for bounties on wolves and coyotes. Thanks for the American dream, To vulgarize and to...
ughdie:
Ubiquitous and Stupid
Makes me want to do the opposite. Go figure.
saw the equivalent message tattooed on someones calf the other day. made me want to saw off said calf and beat them with it.
our short lives….
our passing...
Halloween weekend in a series of context-free...
“Get out. Get the fuck out right now.”
“Have you ever been to a steak house? You just ordered a hot dog.”
“I dont know what you mean by ‘penis’.”
“Whats up, dick mullet?”
“Not tonight.Maybe not tomorrow night either.”
“You’re the Tampa Bay Buccaneers unis of people I know.”
October 2010
21 posts
Last night in the pouring rain, I kissed a girl on a trampoline. In an unrelated story, this morning I unfriended a dead woman on facebook.
happy valley
21 yr old female: How old are you?
Me: 29 in a few weeks
21YOF: No way!! you don't look that old.
Me: I'm not old.
21YOF: no no thats so cool you were born in the '70s.
RIP Cetewayo →
happy birthday
happy birthday and thanks for last night’s whiskey. isn’t it supposed to be the other way around? the earth stabbed me in the back we were right next to each other. kinda nice didn’t know the world had heard of me.
post-season
Write this down idiot You will forget. You always forget. Only forget ex girlfriends birthdays and who was it hit that home run? You won’t send a card anyway Don’t call Don’t write Pour another one, the next game is about to start.
