There’s a guy I always see on my morning walks. Walks leaning left on his sideways walker big NASA looking boots with buckles and straps on the ankles and shins lil bald spot on the back black hair greasy most days and when I’m downwind I can smell his very strong cologne. A thing that …
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3/10/21
I resent my digital watchso muchI went for walksthe last couple dayswithout it. Fuckthose fake medals. Not that it cares.
3/9/21
It’s important to listen to weird young people’s music. I abhor getting to the corner where the old lady, Margarita and her slightly less old neighbor Luigi live and I have to stop and hear them say how kids aren’t raised old school anymore. I really want to tell them to fuck off but what …
3/8/21
No fire in this todayno sparkno barkmore like passed out in the parkno foggy mist of an ideano larka belly up shark.
3/7/21
Let us be concise todayfor tomorrow work rides the mule of us:Breathe in and hope it fills you.Find somethingto make you cry if you need it.Eat something with a crunch to itwhether it be in the sugaror the salt.If today be your sundayfind a way to hold it in.Spin slowlythe way one does underwater.Feel the …
3/6/21
The worst thingabout writing every dayis the feelingthat all I do is bitch and moanand alsothat I say this too oftenknowing it is not relevatorybut justpart of life.I am upset and sadand also tired of feelingthat way.I put money in my dad’s accountand he complains about itthough he also complains about the cost of things.I …
3/5/21
the sound of the machineclicking and the concernI am imaginingthe little white lightsflashing randomlyever just so imperceptibleand I click click clickthe buttonevery time a maybe not therewhite light flashesduring thisvisual field test.
3/4/21
I have an appointmenttomorrowat the ophthalmologistand they calledjust to tell meyes they’d be dilating my pupils.Am I a problem patientthat they had to callto tell me this?I don’t recallscreaming in the lobbythat I was no longer ableto see clearlyto text, read, tweet, etc.Maybethey’re just niceI thinkas I pay my $60online ahead of time.
3/3/21
My back is so sorefrom killing bromeliadsthis weekend.I take my morning walkand as the police car drives byI’m sure the cop wonderswhere this manmade of broken plastic paint bucketsis going.I’d been wanting to cut themfor a long timefor the crime of growingout of their designated spaceand killing the grass.But she denied me.Yet when painters were …
3/2/21
It’s a hard god damn thing sometimesto just sit there and hold someonerub their foreheadand let them cry.To be their blanketor something.