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Category: Poetry

The corner of the door

unnamedLast night I woke up around 5 AM to go to the bathroom.
I had only been asleep for a couple of hours. Read the rest of this entry »

02/05
Chicken nugget earnings / Chicken nugget eye patch / Chicken nugget necklace / Caul fat veil

The lost, nearly dead adventurer 

I love the snow.

When I was little, I would play a morbid game were I would pretend that I was a traveler on an expedition in Antarctica or Alaska…. Or whatever.

I would go into the backyard and trudge through the pristine, dense, knee high snow. My steps were exaggerated as I faked an epic struggle. I would grunt and breath deeply and pretend that I could no longer go on.

All my supplies where gone and rest of my troupe… Dead. I had failed. It had been days since I’d had my last meal. Read the rest of this entry »

Titanic and Celine Dion

Last night I watched the second half of Titanic, the last 3\4 of the fault in our stars, the last 3\4 of Pearl Harbor and most of of this rediculous Australian movie about a single women not marrying “the love of her life” and being transported to a life as if she had been married to that guy for the past 13 years.  She had a wipe a blonde kids ass numerous times in the film.   

Oh yeah, I also watched the wedding singer the day before.