April 2011
18 posts
Get used to it, kid.
There’s a bluebird in my heart, there’s a swallow who guides me through the shit storm that awaits me every morning when my eyes open. I look around in my working, living coffin, and I sigh. The barroom poet reads sonnets to loveless whores who beg for attention. His words fall on deaf ears simply due to the lack of mental registration that resides within the skulls of the...
March 2011
17 posts
Today I went to the National World War II Museum and it was awesome. The whole thing, for the 4D movie and the building itself was like, $23? It was totally worth it. A lot of informative videos and pieces from the years of the war. It wasn’t as haunting as the Holocaust museum in DC, but nonetheless made me super proud that my grandpa fought in the war. My only compliant was that they...
This is a short story based on Bukowski’s “Bring me your love”, but with a personal twist from a past relationship. This story is almost 2 years old. But, re-reading it today bring back a lot of memories. If you like it, share it.
Tonight I’ll be posting an old short story I wrote about 2 years ago. I’m cleaning it up right now. It’s riddled with errors, and grammar fuck ups. When it’s done. I’m going to post it up. It’s the most raw thing I’ve ever done.
lilitufel asked: Umm...just wondering, why is it all her fault? You made your post sound like it's all her fault. If she's the clumsy redhead you love so much, she can't be that horrible. My husband is a humble man who always says, "I steer this ship. If anything goes wrong, it's my fault. I take the blame." Are you going to blame her for everything? This is a rhetorical question, no...
She moves like crooked rain that splatters out of a god-guided dick in emergence of a faithful bath on Sundy’s. She’s the guide, to which brings civilizations to catastrophic knees of maligning intent. She dances on the end of razor blades that slide across necks and down wrists. As the blood pours out of the body like a faucet of an abused life, she twists a finger through her curls and acts as...
Conversation between me and my 18 year old cousin. *Slaps forehead*
Trying a social experiment for a friend who asked me this question and since you’re the only person under 20 I know, here we go: Do you know any of these bands? AND BE FUCKING TRUTHFUL! DO NOT GOOGLE! Bad Brains …Dead Kennedys Jello Biafra The Pixies The Queers Samhain Danzig Scream Youth of Today Screeching...
I feel like shit today.
Selection from my WIP - LEAVE SOME FEEDBACK
Before heading to the office, Fox grabs a seat in his local dive, Flannagan’s. Quiet and unassuming, he sits and thinks. Action without cause is the devils snare, and at this point in the mental chess match, every move counts. Fox stares at the perspiration on his beer bottle. Each droplet of water an idea or a dream of his, crushed within the confines of a brutal reality.
He runs his index finger...
Hand Grenades, the scourge of bartenders throughout the channels of New Orleans. The big, green dildo-esque looking containers of vile, piss yellow liquor claiming to be “New Orleans strongest drink”, when in reality, they are nothing more than a license to act like a complete moron. When someone comes sloshing in through the door of any establishment carrying around this award of sheer idiocy,...
Bukowski said it right when he mused “Sometimes, you get so alone.” Lately, my body has been acting really, really weird. I need to see a doctor, but I can’t afford it. I’m scared to spend a lot of money for them to inform me that I’ll be dead by 30. I lay in bed worried sick about my health. I know something is wrong with me and the result isn’t looking pretty....
Hung out with Ben from Tyrus Books today. Super cool dude, laid back and quiet. I felt like a dick cause I had just met this dude and I go off ranting and raving about the state of my career. I always feel weird when I find myself doing that, simply because I have no one to talk to about it. NO ONE. None of my friends give a fuck about writing. They’re all into their lives, and I’m...
Coming soon, a long winded post about New Orleans and why I live here. Tomorrow kills off Mardi Gras and I need some sleep, but after I recover from dealing with these assholes, I have stuff to say.
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The first chapter of my book.
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Do it for writing, do it for hearing new...
