sometimes
All I have are these hands.
I'll be the old man at the corner of the bar,
in the dark,
alone,
his gaze adrift and afar
whiskey staining his breath,
grey,
unwashed,
unloved,
unclean.
Alive but not living.
No children to mourn for… more »
Outsider living a lie
i hide the real me
they think im like them
but all i want to do is die
i act
its a feat
worth an academy award
i dont really know them
and they dont really know me
i like what they like
or thats what pretend
im nor… more »
Seems I'm missing something.
I've always said writing was hard.
But I'm a fucking puppy.
Jack London makes it sound like a colonoscopy (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Colonoscopy) with a ram-rod covered in the broken glass of a six pack of Heinikin do… more »
Ernest Hemingway once said: "Always do sober what you said you'd do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut."
I'm drunk. And I said to someone I was going to blog. I was sober when I said it. That sort of fucks Ernie's pearls up a bit, but… more »
It was another hotel room, in another drop dead town in the middle of America. A place where the insignifcant lost souls of an earthly super power came to slowly fade from existence, one day at a time. Why else would anyone go there?
Shadow stretched o… more »