December 2009
47 posts
The Midwest, the heart of America where the real Americans live.
flores para los muertos
Dream Operator
I can picture it now. A screen door rusting off its filthy hinges, mangy dogs staggering about, looking vainly for a place to die.
you know, they can kill kennedy, but they can’t make a pair of sunglasses that doesn’t break when you throw them around while you’re having a hissy fit.
It’s becoming more and more apparent that my dream of a peaceful & blood-free holiday week is just that — a dream.
From hell’s heart, I stab at thee.
In arenas he kills for a prize,
Wins a minute to add to his life.
But the sickness is drowned by cries for more,
Pray to God, make it quick, watch him fall.
es mi dia primero
I must remember to write to thank that empty container of yogurt for being so full of yogurt when I met him.
Keep on doing what you do, do, do, until it’s done, done, done.
SEMPER FIDO
They taught a dog to catch nuclear weapons in its mouth. It took a lot of training, but it seemed like the way to avoid both computer error and stoned human recklessness. She got so adept at fielding them on the fly that people took to firing off nuclear weapons thoughtlessly, just to show their pique, since they knew in their hearts Duchess would catch them. They wanted credit for the gesture....
“THE SEA IS MOTHER-DEATH AND SHE IS A MIGHTY FEMALE, THE ONE WHO WINS, THE ONE...”
– Anne Sexton (via diamondmind)