sheeeit. well travel. you find, in times of green, the stammering of socks. they are feetly.
laaaaqwwwwddddddlllll caaaant stop dancing
it’s that time again time for ACID hope I don’t l lose my shit at facebook this time woof
seventy eight bucks? that’s a lotta mimosas
one day you will be a famous obscure writer, and I will be able to say...– Phi
my editor compiled this list for me, flatteringly...
IN WHICH DANIEL VACCERELLI HAS HORRIBLY ALIENATED WRITERS AND EDITORS IN THE BAY THUS ETERNALLY DAMAGING HIS CAREER Paul M.: fucked his girlfriend. wrote a letter to his ‘zine detailing what girlfriend said his extreme flaws in the sack were. Melanie S.: Called her a cunt, threatened to break everything in her office. Melanie P.: Smoked cigarettes during publishing conference when she...
"what the fuck is that"
that would be about thirty document clips and two post-it notes and fifteen minutes of severe pre-meeting boredom
I MAY JUST END UP GETTING A TATTOO SAYING "NOT...
get home from work, pass out in five seconds on...
and don’t wake up for four hours this case is gonna kill me
you always take my already creepy comments and make them creepier. you’re...– Nika
bomb the shit out of me! I’m taking all your sushi, niiiiggggaaaa
on dive bar girls
“now I ain’t sayin she’s a gold digger…but she ain’t messin with no broke chinks”
I wake up — and just the neuroses and all the weird shit and the memories...– interview
"Strange, how such an innocuous-looking fellow...
I will let my friend Torie’s picture answer that;
As soon as Bobby is done with the news, I'm on
hoboy internet raaaadio
oh sheeeeeit I’m gon’ be on the ray-dio tomorrow
everything old is new again
the cannonballs punctured the Noble Endeavour in a dozen places, a flurry of damage tearing the sandship to pieces. the Captain stared, contemplating the mission. his binding. three pirate clippers, surfing dunes, shoved themselves under the hot desert sun closer, unleashing barrage after barrage. the Noble Endeavour, once the pride of the armada, unblistering in the heat — now doomed by...
no real plans today. sounds like chaos in the making.
new doctor was amusing, fuck the Matt Smith haters
also, Mark Sheppard (aka Romo Lampkin, aka the best part of Battlestar Galactica)?! fantastical
he’s dead, said Lukestrom. blew his brains out all over this diner. the author, the pornographer. his work, it drove Paird mad. he shoved the papers across the table, and set a lighter on top of them. it gleamed with the initials of the government. stamped with the likeness of the ruling class. well, said Artamanov. he was captain. he ruled the precinct, from a stout, bespectabled...
You’re my revenge plan upon the world!– Adam
ONE HOUR TOO LONG
the only high quality place I found to download the new Doctor Who episode from is gonna take an hour and three minutes
in my head I will refer to that as “the night my smart phone took advantage of acid and made me crazy at facebook”
my desk, an assessment.
one jack and coke, one unopened guinness, one bottle of bailey’s — half drunk. a jar of butterscotch, near empty. three pairs of glasses. a fork, two ties, and a flask. a letter from financial aid. a plate of rice next to another jack and coke. three pens, six quarters, and a mug full of tepid water. a stale smelling book next to a magnum. three books, two photographs, a phone charger,...
since arriving back home, the acid trip becomes a community. Dominick has found his own pavilion to lute and lord. Mike, always a mystery to me, has his own story. maybe it’s a great american novel, maybe it’s a note in a foxhole. the high which Chad and I incubated luxuriates in the nature of their high — transfiguring, lancing into a new creature lurching over us,...
l'érotisme, or perhaps a less stupid and french...
if forced to seek through a rampage of dictionaries to describe Victoria I would be forced to go with sensual — not for her body, a languid luxurywork of framed fatalities in bombshell designs that seem far too bedazzling for such a strikingly petite figure — but in rather that casual attitude in which her actual sexuality approaches her surface. in mannerism she calls herself just...
here's the best I can do in this state
the evening emerged from beneath an expectation like a child’s surreal grin. the roommate’s question of the quality vanished in the silver wave. I obtained the drugs the same way I obtain everything — I know someone, they have something, and the money makes the way. cobblestones furnished in blood and pence. the roommates began to question the quality immediately — do I...
bobs donuts I am the gyroloscaping son of a bitch
van ness is choked with sad, cold prostitutes with lonely eyes in big coats, patrolled by tattoos with accents and interrogativs chad and I got bobs
why didnt we leave when did we get here how long have we beem here
I gesture a lot seriously lagomorphs is a scary word. profit? GOD NO MORE THAI BACKSTREET BOYS I HAVENT THE DRUGS
how did I get into a thai karaoke bar
is my name engstrom?? giant rabbits. I may sing journey
my phbone keeps texing to. texting to vampires. i mean faceook. what, gviant rabbtis? mgm.
giant rabbit,ovie trailwe deforredss
siiiix, six, sixty six I was little, I didn’t know shit seveenn, seven, seventy seven eleven years later, still didn’t know any better
well, about to do some experimental high level...
see you on the other side?