A Fine Line

I am caught in the distended bowels of polite society. But not for long.

For I am a painful turd, to be pressed out of its host. My dangerous pursuit of meaning and ethics purged with a satisfied grunt.

Here he goes again

I’m a white college dropout in his late 30’s. I have a website that’s the springboard for my little internet business (which does pretty well); that’s where I write about things related to the stuff I make and sell. Most of these “info products” are written.

Layover’s of Life

The layover of various things in life is a fascinating aspect. The moment where one section merges seamlessly at times and with difficulty many other times is a wonder. The dilution of one emotion that transcends into another is a mystery in itself.

Yelling at Bees

I asked you for news on the weather and you said it was too dark to tell. I don’t have any resources here, where the moon fires its shiny bullets straight into my forehead. Yes, into. Not through, against, or at. INTO ME.

A day in the life of a procrastinator

9.00 a.m — I open my eyes to brilliant hot sunlight streaming from the window beside my bed. I cringe and close the curtains shut…

11.00 a.m — My phone goes off sounding a weird otherworldly melody; one of the many ringtones of my…