“My mom was wild back in the day, she claims to have fucked Idi Amin.” “What? Seriously? Idi Fucking Amin, like the crazy dictator?” “So she claims, obviously I can’t verify it. I mean I don’t think I can ask Idi Amin, pretty sure he’s dead. I guess I’ve always just taken it at face …
A busker we passed was playing a jolly tune on an old guitar. His style of playing had a beat, a rhythm that made it sound like he had a bass backing him up. It was some good stuff, folksy but in the best sort of way. It was an odd contrast to the gray …
“I dream in floating cities that I’ll never visit and it bums the hell out of me.” Her breath fogged the window as she looked out at the rainy cityscape on the other side. “These dreams, they’re so vivid, so lifelike, I could swear they are memories of places I’ve been. Honestly they almost feel …
Potato salad will go bad if left out too long Pork salad will too If that’s even a real thing Flowers bloom and wilt So goes nature In the fleeting pause Between motion and stillness Between floating and hovering In that flash of a moment The entire universe unfolds If we catch it
I stood under the bridge and listened to the train pass over. The squeak of the wheels echoed down the dark street and the lights of the passing windows illuminated the scene in rapid, strobe flashes. The express sped off into the dark and I was left under the dim orange glow of ancient street …
My mind drifts, aimless and without resistance. Along the currents, I’m borne towards distant banks of wonder. In these moments, when placid waters of thought lap at the shores of my consciousness, I am often washed over with a profound wonder at the complexity of life on this planet. Not just the flowers and trees, …
The atoms assembled and became a Burger King tray. Black, plastic, with sides meant to hold the food in. Scratches developed over time, and the plastic faded. The Burger King was renovated and the tray was tossed for a newer design. It was taken to an incinerator and vaporized. The atoms were ripped asunder but …
If I remember correctly, I was in a cinnamon scented bathroom when I realized I was really fucked. I laughed at the urinal, cackling like some maniac- luckily I had the shitter to myself, elsewise I could have had my ass committed. To be honest, it wasn’t that I was totally fucked, or even partially …
It’s a real sham, fuck I’d say it’s a damn shame if I was inclined to speak in such a manner. I just can’t get over the way he sings with his accent. It just sounds like he can’t fucking speak the language properly. Perhaps it plays in honkey tonks, maybe it got him a …