February 2012
13 posts
Hidden Light, Jason Anderson.
I really don’t know if there’s any other song that can make me as consistently happy/optimistic as this one does. I don’t think I can listen to it and not start smiling
“It’s like a valentine
From your mother.
It’s bound to melt your heart”
thank you bef d’onfro, for making sure that i always get at least one valentine every year <3
from my bed
I watch
3 birds
on a telephone
wire.
one flies
off.
then
another.
one is left,
then
it too
is gone.
my typewriter is
tombstone
still.
and I am
reduced to bird
watching.
just thought I’d
let you
know,
fucker.
-bukowski
this 15 page story is going to have to write itself.
Today: maps.
Next week: coal-hollowed bowls.
I think I may have a new favorite club
As a side note, I just ate a hunk of chicken straight from a Tupperware container. Hello, Tuesday morning
My heart will burst” —Jason Anderson, The Hospital. Fueling my late-night editing session in the best of all ways
tell me a story about a yard sale experience!
So far on this blog I’ve showcased a bunch of clever, silly, bizarre, or otherwise badass yard sale signs that I’ve found on the interwebs. Whelp, as many awesome signs as there are out there, there are just as many that make you think, “What the heck was that person thinking?”
Does a terrible…