Jun 06
This is not a drill The building is on fire. We are choking on smoke. No way to the left, no way to the right, the executive suites are safe but down here in the budget rooms outlook not so good. 9-1-1 is selling your data. The extinguishers all have legally binding end user agreements. …
May 29
Performances I envision a near future where every inconvenience or failure that the president faces leads to a false flag staged attempted assassination, bullets whizzing safely past by his ears or gunfire in his general vicinity every time the price of gas goes up, every time the Strait of Hormuz opens or closes elaborate plots …
Apr 09
But I don’t. Sometimes I forget its been one year 8 months 28 days (give or take) and as I’m going home, I do turn on that signal nearly pull in the liquor store lot almost walk straight to the cooler and grab a drink or two because I’m thirsty and I want to feel …
Aug 15
Becoming gods “Dear me, I think I’m becoming a god.” Emperor Vespasian just before shitting himself to death In Pompeii, you can see how the people became gods, empty spaces where life once was, near perfect molds of the imperfect. Last moments cast in ash, men and women scrambling for safety horrified at the idea …
Jun 19
Los Techadores June 12, 2025 There is a roofing crew above the street where my morning starts and they are blasting Mexican radio. Ranchero accordions chased by an excitable spanish-speaking DJ and it makes me so happy to hear it. Because the Hispanic kids aren’t playing in the yards anymore and their abuelas don’t come …
May 28
dead and dying poets with regards to Bill Sovern, and also Charlie Newman (who as far as I know ain’t dead yet) everywhere I look dead and dying poets out on blue highways celebrating another bang up show stalled out along the road but their words are still needed dead and dying poets cold in …
Apr 19
The first bit of Trump’s second term as a dream after a spicy late night snack with a glass of milk. I’m an adult, I’m back in the home I grew up in. The place that doesn’t exist anymore and everyone remembers differently. Outside the yard is overgrown and filled with signs, written insults directed …
Feb 26
Human A mail carrier, age 45, divorced, living in the midwest, enjoys contemporary folk rock, has a dog, smokes cigarettes, doesn’t drink, susceptible to hypnotic suggestion, full head of hair, blue eyes, 6 foot tall, a bit overweight, kind of jumpy, preoccupied with the fear that he is subconsciously driven by deep seated racial bias, …
