So I have a great story to tell, but no battery power to type it with. I’m hoping to remedy this tomorrow.
She called late night to tell me he died. I was at a stoplight, three in the morning, zero degrees, and there was a man in shorts and a t-shirt trying to sell his guitar on the corner. She’d gone to the big city for a job interview and when she came back he was… Continue reading They're All In Love With Dying
Ingredients: Cacao Nibs Brandy Agave Nectar Mint (optional) 1. Take two big handfulls of cacao nibs. If you have one of those fancy coffee grinders or something, grind them. Otherwise just put them in a bag and bang on them with a rock or hammer to smash them up a little. 2. Put the nibs… Continue reading A Winter Recipe
“[Tara’s] always the surprise ending before a rebirth beginning.” – Davka When I slip outside the stars are so bright and close I can almost smell them. What was I doing louging on floors and tubs made of the blood of the earth, extracted, burned, coloured, and molded, when i was born to be inhaling… Continue reading I see all your light…
It’s two AM and I am having a feast in a big, empty mansion. My patchwork bag of food is spilling open on the sterile granite counter top, a grapefruit venturing out across the grey expanse. I boost myself up to sit next to the food. My faded blue jeans are a colored echo of… Continue reading …and I love your dark
Not true in the traditional sense of the word, because I changed it all, but true in a deeper way. One of the truest things in the world. I don’t know how long I’ll leave this up; I’m not sure how I feel about pimping out my past. But, for now, here it is. “I… Continue reading This is true
It’s midnight and I’m shimmying in front of a coked up sniper named Jim. Moments like these it’s good to stop and ask yourself, “self, is this really what you want to be doing?” I learned to talk to myself that way in college statistics and I’ve never stopped. “You’ll see,” Jim says. “You’ll fucking… Continue reading Strippers, Snipers, and Bombs
Davka wrote something beautiful about me.
Water is so important. Water is the giver of all life, and your water is going to freeze. If it’s warmer than ten above and you run your van to the point of toasty warmness 2 – 4 times a day and keep your water up off the floor it might stay liquid. As soon… Continue reading Winter Van Dwelling: Food and Water
Usually my dreams are not about me. They’re about other people and I watch them and listen to see what the themes are and stuff because they are narrated a lot like books. I mean, I even have dreams with complicated time-schemas, where you start at the end and then find out what happened to… Continue reading Dream lovers