February 2012
10 posts
January 2012
5 posts
The Train.
For reasons of thriftiness and curiosity I decided to end my two week vacation in sunny Melbourne with an overnight train ride to Sydney. I make it in time, no stress, find my seat which unfortunately is way down the aisle from the two asian fantasies all steezed up in leopard skin pants and purple hair. I so would have told them I’m an artist, if I had’ve sat near them. Outside, two...
December 2011
13 posts
Last night I was a Wolf Man
Usually it’s a very bad idea to tell anyone about your dreams. No story is as good if it didn’t happen, that’s why your funniest friends aren’t the ones with the best imaginations or quickest wit, they’re the ones who do the dumbest shit, for real, in real life. They’re the ones who make cheese sauce by melting a block of cheese and adding cream, or they do...
November 2011
26 posts
My auntie is an hobophobic.
I’m livin’ in a new city city and it ain’t easy. I got no job, no house, no clean undies, no nothin’.
I walk around the city all day trying to find places I can sit down and relax and look arty while I pen troubled thoughts and crisp observations in my $30 Moleskine. Sometimes it’s a cafe, sometimes it’s a mall, sometimes it’s a McDonalds with free wifi...
I DO WERK
Pretty.
This evening I saw a boy at the IGA. His hair was long, face round, his eyes heavy with lash, brows arched finely above in splendid calligraphic swoops… a masterwork of natural androgeny, unintentionally effeminate to the point of confusion, an illusion ruined only by a tiny triangle of goatee beneath his bottom lip. So small and ugly and unneccesary, I’m sure it was a begrudging...
