28 years after release, 19 years since discovery, 16 years since “Lost in Translation”, My Bloody Valentine’s “Sometimes” still pounds in my heart as a lost dream of what can be and what could be, of thick nights, of dreams and wishes and warmth, of the fuzz and fur and the longing and the satisfaction. […]
Was just thinking about a guy I went to high school with. Boyd. He was a cool cat; we had mechanical drawing class together. Anyway, he was into model aircraft as a hobby. I was into model railroad. We bonded for a short few years, satellites to each other’s planet. Funny that I remember him […]
driving around texarkana area tonight. wandering. thinking. funny how the new happens, old memories still return. north jefferson. in the highbeams, telephone poles look like crucifixes. fields of them. three sixteen. gethsemane. sheol. texarkana. sugarhill road. old beech street haunts, youth groupers lived there. parents successful. edge of town, suburbs. sanderson lane. saw stars. cassiopeia. […]
Want to know what kind of day I’m having? Megan Fox sits down at a table with me and starts talking about her tits. And then the alarm clock goes off. Stopped before it even started. And that was the high point of my day.