(musings from an upstart crow)
This is already posted on my poetry blog, but nobody ever reads that stupid thing… Another Sunday Poem Sunday morning she wakes to a thousand drunken prayers left in the night by the eternal penitent She gently removes the nails from his wrists And turns to more trivial matters Newspaper drivel mixes body counts with … Read more
Sunday morning she wakes to a thousand drunken prayers left in the night by the eternal penitent She gently removes the nails from his wrists And turns to more trivial matters Newspaper drivel mixes body counts with fuel prices fashion trends with natural disasters class struggle with the fall TV lineup All this violence and … Read more
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“So why don’t you be a man about it, like they do in the grown up movies?”
36 hours straight of nonconnectivity. ISP bastards.
Some Pandoras never learn their lesson and just keep looking for other doors to open ignoring the ills for the hope left behind girls who are not wise clever but not wise (detritus)(poetica)(myth)(opinion)(divination)
After I’d awakened the first time this morning, I drifted back into a light sleep and heard my late grandmother calling my name in a soft and ancient Southern Illinois/Kentucky twang. I don’t know why I dreamt her voice, but I sure as hell display her legacy of sheer stubbornness every day of my life. … Read more
Danced this morning with my wee toddler,the famous and beautiful Miss Sarah Peanut, to a soundtrack including The Cure, Hank Williams III, and The Velvet Underground. Nothing like The Velvet Underground and Belgian Waffles for breakfast…
I have an awful sinus headache and I feel like I’m going to die.Just thought I’d share.Blogging from work…
I believe, if we take habitual drunkards as a class, their heads and their hearts will bear an advantageous comparison with those of any other class. There seems ever to have been a proneness in the brilliant and warm-blooded to fall into this vice. – – Abraham Lincoln – –