—I haven’t had a drink since Saturday.
—It’s Wednesday.
—I know
—You sound like an alcoholic.
—I know. It still feels good not to drink. I’m going to keep going with it.
—Good! That’s good.
—Every time I make a proclamation like this I immediately undermine myself, but I sort of want to become totally straight-edge: no booze, no drugs, no [...]
Entries Tagged as ‘quilty’
November 4, 2009
Cy Preclops
October 17, 2009
Permanent Teardrop.
Hey Cancer
How’s “the darkness
Fine
Not as dark as you make it sound
Black beans and codfish
Shapeshifter rsvp’d.
Self-Zine?
Got fired Friday, can’t make it
Dog wearing lipstick?
Dunno, she’s in heat, maybe spayed, upset
really?
aye
listen
Fear-monger
canceled too. it’s just gonna be me you and self-zine
shapeshifter
And li’l caesar
The pizza guy
used to work for Men’s Wearhouse.
Hey whoww ofenn does your zine come out?
—Every other fortnight
does [...]
October 13, 2009
Eyeball Soup
There is a bowl of chili here.
Steam rises from its beans and meatflecks. It billows politely around a dollop of cold sour cream.
As you gaze into the stew, my face—the face of a young, obese Steven Spielberg, “replete” with undirty baseball cap and full Jewish hair fanning out from beneath the cap’s circumference—appears to you [...]
October 2, 2009
Where Is War-Weena?
—Internet’s quiet tonight
—Yep
—You said yer sleepy. Sure you wanna be bloggin?
—Don’t see why not. Got some language in my pan, might as well fry it up
—That don’t mean you necessarily have anything to say [easing off the fake southern accent outta self-consciousness]
—always got something to say. even when I don’t. I dig the “tale told [...]
October 2, 2009
“gravity’s pinned minions / ain’t that sweet”
Four new poems by Richard Parks in Snow Monkey. Love em. “Hey: what’s the Spanish for ‘ass curtain’?”
I really picked the wrong night last night to drink four beers smoke 40 fags and eat a suiza, man, sheesh! Why? Well, today I have to be in 1980s businesswoman drag all day, for work—shoulder-pads, heels, thigh-cut [...]
September 1, 2009
Gloaming {the Cube}
TED BILLIONS: I know you’re burned out, Leland. Hang in there
LELAND: Fuck this. Fuck you.
TED: You are a very privileged person. You’re looking a gift horse in the mouf
LELAND: And you’re looking a gift horse in its butt. Parry! Thrust!
TED: I’m wounded. You’ll pay for this
LELAND: What part of me gives you the sense that [...]
August 22, 2009
Funky New England Scene (Title)
A Bell Is a Cup Until it Is Struck
My Website
Santa Barbara, CA
Peaceful Cuppings
Pain and Pastilles
Pointless Website
Trotsky Icepick
Fame Throwa
Shame’s Cauldron
Tuck’s Medicated Pad
The light of your parents’ eyes (when they look at you)
District 9
Li’l Sista
Kultcha
Ex-girlfriend
Next subject
Check, please
Bay Area Backroads
GarySnyder AngerBlogging
Spaceship Earth (Cantina Bar Scene)
Night-Blind Guerilla Warfare
Will you read my novel? And make comments?
Will you bake my paella? [...]
August 13, 2009
Brainstorming Session
SHANNON: Maybe we should have called this a barn-storming session!
[General laughter.]
SHANNON: [Cont] No but really, Jacob, you haven’t been updating the admin site, and we’ve all fallen behind because of your laziness. What’s been going on?
JACOB: Well, I stopped being a vegetarian, and it’s really thrown my digestion for a loop. I also started smoking [...]
August 6, 2009
Clubhouse — Keep Out!
Hey guys head’s up it’s come to my attention that there’s been another “Gamblesong Breach,” meaning that someone other than my best friend Parker is reading this blog. I don’t know how many times I need to post warnings like this but if you’re not Parker then please log out!! This is a private diary [...]
July 24, 2009
nostalgesic
childhood
wet leaves
pants
wet pants
shorts
short pants
van morrison
omelets
books
must
musk
science
math
weeping
ketchup
sugar
carob
a scalpel
stitches
fishing
fish
swimming
blankets
posters
leaves
trees
clouds
spider webs
hair
brushes
combs
computers
window-pane
Sorry!
Life
Candyland
Loderunner
Kung-Fu
Nintendo
seatbelts
McDonald’s
New York City
I was the first child to win a major surfing competition, sorry, just kidding about the whole brief/sudden sincerity cloakedly smoaking in a grotto near this blog post
madeline salads
I was the first infant to be named a full professor at the University of Delft
Jackson Pollock
“Vermeer”
Willem de Kooning
Jasper [...]
