Well slap me sideways and leave me on the side of the highway, it must be Monday. I feel like a human again, so that’s good. I had a four day stretch from hell. Sweet mother of a dumb kid who lives at Chuck-e-Cheese what an absolute battle. Sometimes life smacks you across the balls … Continue reading Sleep Paralysis/ Bombing On Stage/ Love
Making Money and Self Discovery
Well blow my glass and call me a bong, It’s been a long time hasn’t it? No, it hasn’t. I’ve been writing way too many blog posts, I’m pretty sure it’s only been a day or two max. This has definitely become habit at this point. It’s part of my Vladimir Routine. I have to … Continue reading Making Money and Self Discovery
Don’t Read This
Well dabble me with a bit of simple syrup and call me a coffee because I’m ready to be DRUNK. No. That’s not right. I don’t want to be drunk. I got drunk yesterday. I don’t get drunk often because I don’t enjoy being drunk enough to deal with how ass I feel the next … Continue reading Don’t Read This
Love-struck Market
I sold my soul at the love-struck market hoping for a sign but I'm stuck here starving I wish a thief would come along to pickpocket the pain but trouble only passes through the fingers of the frayed slips through the cracks of the half-baked asphalt passes through the sewage waiting for the rain washed … Continue reading Love-struck Market
Breaking the Mold
Well spend 45 minutes cutting up a mango and leave with next to nothing, how the hell are we doing? Fantastic. Splendid. Gorgeous. Garlic. Gag reflex. I’m great, thanks for asking. Shoooobeedoobeedooooo. I actually am great today, which is pretty neat. I always feel good after I travel, particularly if I’ve just gone somewhere new. … Continue reading Breaking the Mold
Poem – The New World
I'm reaching for the feeling when everything was new the giddy eyes of surprised baby when you re-appear during peek-a-boo the shaggy wagging tail of a clumsy puppy stumbling through the coffee shop every fresh scent a wave of genuine excitement if only I could capture it pour it in a candle let the flame … Continue reading Poem – The New World
Yelling at Mirrors
The clock strikes midnight as I find my home once again. The weather inside my head has gone haywire over the past 48 hours after a week of sun, but the storm has calmed to a simple drizzle. My hands settle on the keys, and I find relief from the rain. I’ve built a shelter … Continue reading Yelling at Mirrors
Poem – Movements
There's beauty in the blisters worn toes remind me work has been done helpful on the days spent sitting in the ktichen wondering if I've done enough it helps to be reminded of where you come from and essential to keep moving always searching for a better place to go. Make a one-time donationYour contribution … Continue reading Poem – Movements
The Tale of Fred McFlutz
Once upon a TV dinner there was a man named Fred McFlutz. This guy was a real piece of work. He would snort his nephew’s Adderall during Christmas in the bathroom and tell everyone to come look at the giant dump he just took even though it was a runny little bird poo. Fred was … Continue reading The Tale of Fred McFlutz
I Still Want to Run Away
Well sprinkle my tits with glitter and call me a present, it sure is a splendid day to be sitting in a café writing nonsense. I should have ordered a hot tea. I ordered an iced tea, but it should have been a hot tea. Nothing will ever make up for the mistake I’ve made. … Continue reading I Still Want to Run Away