guilty pleasures

slayer “reign of blood” — when i got the blues and it’s saturday morning and sunny and i don’t want to go anywhere but i really should because it’s awesome outside. (yea, like today.) tequila sunrise — my god. is there anything better. cue: girl i just met. the next morning. new and beautiful. don […]

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Things That Are Tightening My Jaw

  Crosswalks — When did ROADS, BY-WAYS and THOROUGHFARES become a non-people-moving morass of Whole Foods shoppers, post-gym lallygagging sweat bodies, and that invisible pedestrian every one  slows down for because — there’s a crosswalk. Someone has to be walking, correct? For the entire road to shut down like a dying smart phone, its battery life […]

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Even a Coin Toss Has Its Critics

My voice — once a proud and lyrical voice — is in peril because I don’t feed it anymore. It’s starving. And sorry,  screenwriters….Screenplays don’t qualify as literature. Or even writing for that matter. More like emotional erector set throwaways with disbelief as a harbinger for all the holes unfilled and each of the readers […]

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The Passenger Side

From the vault (July 8, 2000) I don’t like riding on the passenger side …in fact it was only yesterday when i yelled, BUYING A NEW PAIR OF SHOES CURES EVERYTHING THAT AILS YA… AND STOLY’S WORKS IN A PINCH AS WELL.. though because electricity *is* my bio-functional sombrero, you’ll find my lady Macbeth there, […]

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My Podcast

  REFURBISHING MY MIND The Walking Catastrophe…isn’t really a podcast — though I’m not even sure what constitutes a podcast and frankly, I don’t cast any aspersions when sheep die in my sleep either — but it’s more of an extra-crispy swan dive when things behind the wheel grow much bigger than things usually do […]

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Monday, on Line 4

 I am something asunder, where the applause of a silent sing-along, is given its due time being stood up like a tomato plant, driven down straight, dead, and true.   So as I mentioned earlier. I am different now. (IT WAS NOTHING SPECIAL) From here to here. And there. And some… somewhere, beneath the what, the […]

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Somewhere someone asked…

“I’ll tell you why. In short, they’ve all been cheated. Dealt a lousy hand. Screwed over through no apparent fault of their own. And they don’t just feel it. It’s part of their marrow now. It’s something that will never go away…”

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