It was already a heartbreak drive one of those days spent yearning for a former lover the wheel steers a bit slower I find myself generally less aware readily avoiding eye-contact with strangers. I make the same exit every day the one with the homeless man on the corner scrawny and tall with a … Continue reading The Howl
Shaba daba ding dong and Some Thoughts on Writing
Shaba daba ding dong. Interesting. The only word which was supposedly spelled wrong in that beautiful prelude was “daba.” I don’t know what a shaba is, but I want one. Oh, I was wrong. It says shaba is spelled wrong now. Must have just been because it was capitalized as the first word of the … Continue reading Shaba daba ding dong and Some Thoughts on Writing
Writing and Smoking Weed aka “the Doob”
Shaba laba ding dong. Boing. Blimp. Fun socket. This is me trying to write. I’ve been keeping to my word of writing two hours a day and it’s been quite nice. Sometimes it takes a little bit to get going and I just have to write down random words and noises for ten minutes, but … Continue reading Writing and Smoking Weed aka “the Doob”
Thoughts on the Election
And the President of the United States is… a potato! Oh, it’s still undecided? Darn. I wish it was a potato. A potato would probably be a pretty good President, to be honest. At least it’s useful. It’s kind of unfortunate timing that 2020 is an election year. I guess it’s all kind of unfortunate … Continue reading Thoughts on the Election
The Wednesday Woman
She's hot and in a hurry feet barely touching the ground there's a stutter in her steps almost like her body is behind the coffee you can tell she's had a few cups the way her eyes look like she's making a dot painting spot spot spot it's hard to find peace in one place.
Journal Entry? Blog Post? Nobody Knows.
I wonder what the nature of reality is and if potatoes have anything to do with it. Could you imagine? If potatoes were the center of the universe… I have a problem. I’m really obsessed with the word “potato.” I just can’t quit it. It owns me. It inhabits my soul. I’m sick from starch. … Continue reading Journal Entry? Blog Post? Nobody Knows.
Performing Comedy in a Pandemic
Creamed cornsicles. Oof, that would be absolutely disgusting. It’s crazy how if you change a word or a phrase just a tiny bit, it can really go off the rails. I mean creamed corn… delicious. Creamed cornsicles… vomit inducing, at minimum. It sounds so disgusting I honestly want to die just thinking about it. It’s … Continue reading Performing Comedy in a Pandemic
Existential Questions About Pizza and Dying for a Day
I wonder if you could make a pizza out of a tree… No, that’s dumb. That’s a dumb thought. I mean I’m sure you could make a “pizza” out of a tree, but would it actually be a pizza? What defines pizza? Does a pizza have to have cheese? Because if a pizza has to … Continue reading Existential Questions About Pizza and Dying for a Day
I’m Watching People Become Robots, and It’s Scary
Well smoke my cheddar and call me cheese! That would be a fun experiment... Not to smoke my cheddar and call me cheese, but to say that to one hundred different people and take note of how each one of them interprets it. Maybe I'll do that some day. I could just walk around the … Continue reading I’m Watching People Become Robots, and It’s Scary
Should You Feel Bad About Being American?
I love living in the United States. It’s a country that is by no means perfect, but its strength and stability over time is nothing short of a miracle. People immigrate from all over the world to have an opportunity here. Many leave their families, arriving with next to no money and nothing but a … Continue reading Should You Feel Bad About Being American?
