Thursday, March 25, 2010

These United States











































Try and re-enact the grassy knoll scenario, why don't you. It can be done. Get off the highway once in a while.

Pull over for a minute.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Know Age, No Number, No Age, No ID













































Full fledged fuzz fury. No Age Unlimit.



Very Gradually Moving Forward

Foot by Inch, one more day of uncertainty and one more day of bad tea. Another unhappy person and another purse undone. Another dollar spent.



A Fable Of Legs



Don't ask me why there's such a strong debate between hand dryers and paper towels.

I'm Back In Action

The line to get in was riduclously long.

I fled the scene and made money in the insurance industry, all the while stockpiling my reborn youth.


Saturday, March 20, 2010

All Hail The King



A grand manor of epic proportions where dreams check in but they don't check out. You've got a particular type of conversation going and you can't change the subject. Let's steer the dialogue in a more appropriate direction before we exude an air of doubt about the greater objective. 

Coke Bottles



I am skipping over the good parts, so take notes and be sure to use your imagination. Downtown isn't what you had thought it was when you were a kid. We used to watch the fireworks from up on the hill, the hill that overlooked the mighty Ohio River.

Friday, March 19, 2010

Stranded Inn Hampton

After a thorough investigation, th subject was exonerated. Commenced viewing, receiption clear but presene of mind not. Bowels not. No uniforms.



Blue Heaven

  You're kidding, right? Blank stare. Clinching the bike handle.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Precious Treasure

In the hills of Tennessee. Will you marry me? Merry to be. Please
leave the light on.

A Franchise

A French fry.

I fancy fly into the sky. My wings aren't metal though. My legs are
dull and loggish like metal though. Pedal is to the metal. music city
is squeaky clean. There is no ocean here and there is no metal either.

Monday, March 15, 2010

Friday, March 12, 2010

I Was Told I Was Invited ...

... but I never made an appearance. I was asked if I was overbearing, so I consulted my parents. I was along the waterway, and there was no currents. I was along the motorway, but I couldn't yield to oncoming traffic and I balled up into flames and slammed on the brakes.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Checking My Balance

$7,985.00



I just got a call on my phone, I'll be right back. I'm wandering around wondering if I look stupid. No wait, I don't.



The food was fresh and so was I.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Snoe Meeting





The last thing I was going to do was interrupt a sleepwalker. The first thing I was going to do was comb my hair. The last time I combed my hair, my life changed drastically. The first time my life changed drastically was after I combed my hair.



Unbreakable.

It's A Long Long Trip To The Moon



















































A brisk wind blew through the car door window as we cruised down the motorway at a pretty even 56 miles per hour. I could smell the smell of food packaging that permeated the interior of the car and I examined the mole on my left elbow. The hum of the highway was soothing me to sleep while the sun was setting on Someplace, USA.





Hang my curtain high. Scrapped, toasted and busted, but definitely not wasted. Scream all you like, just make sure to direct that scream inward because it's important for you to hear yourself scream. You've got to understand it.

Monday, March 8, 2010

Scrape

Let's try and be reasonable here before things get out of hand.

Fully Equipped For An Event Of This Magnitude

I risk no loss in the matter. I've evaluated all possible outcomes and it appears that its a win/win situation. My presence has been requested at the event and I will attend. All parties in favor, say "aye". I am in favor, say I.

Friday, March 5, 2010

Woodland Bus Stops

are the absolute worst places to try and catch a bus, especially when you've got a beer in your hand and you're in between two other waiters.

A Break From Traditional Extradition

Day one was the most difficult. I logged my experience with an overbearing desire to capture the wit that I had often read in the words of some of my favorite authors. The doorbell rang and I shuddered. I looked in the mirror so as to capture a glimpse of who it was that would be demanding my attention should I choose to reveal myself. I saw outside through the nearby window a man that seemed absolutely uninteresting, absolutely mundane in every possible way. He patiently stood as he stared at the sky and then examined the ruddy exterior of my home.



I sneaked around to the back door, grabbed a fig newton from the kitchen counter en route and thought maybe I should just suck up to the fact that a minute amount of jib-jab with this stranger was probably easier than my tactic of avoidance.



The cat ran past me and I nearly toppled the vase that I had been repairing on the kitchen table.



The doorbell rang a second time. So did my telephone. I answered it and completely forgot about the front door. By the time the conversation was over, my visitor had left.