Out in the world reopening, falling in love every 15 minutes. Pretty girls and beautiful women all over. I love ’em. But in the core of my soul, they fill me with sadness and pain. I will never be the man they want. I don’t deserve love. When I go to Hell, you’ll find me …
Category Archives: Journal
939
Apparently this is post 939 on this blog. I would’ve rolled 1000 years ago if FecalDook and Shwitter hadn’t stolen my gas. Those platforms have really exhausted me. It’s bad enough that FB has turned into a shit pile of late: 3 posts from friends — only 1 of which is from today — and …
Mumble
Lost my voice. No, I can still talk. I do that a lot when I can. But the inner voice? That dude doesn’t say much these days. I think he hates me.
Austinversary 22
July 28, today, is my 22nd anniversary since moving to Austin. Twenty. Two. At the dumb, hopeful, stupid age of 28 I drove my broke ass to this town to sleep on a futon and have dreams. Now at 50 I sit my fat ass on my futon and wonder where my dreams got off …
Wires and Rhyme
I wrote a lot of poetry in my younger days. Like, a lot. It was my jam. Sometimes there was meter, sometimes there was rhyme, but I considered myself more of a free-verse poet. And most of it was terrible (bad poetry, oh noetry!). But I kept writing — so much so that my friend …