the night before the night before the night

\”Desperation is the raw material of drastic change… Only those who can leave behind everything they have ever believed in can hope to escape.\”   – william s. burroughs \”An Experimental Approach to Understanding Burnt Fish Bone\”. It was the ballad of the burnt fish bone, an obtuse riddle at best, which took Pablo Dillinger

siblingshot on the bleachers

\’cause sometimes half-assed is better than nothin\’ at all…

new year\’s spoiler | 2nd coming, or the return of a spectacular non-event

the chimney ruse is just a con While there may be scant few who remember, and less still who give a f@ck, it does not escape me entirely that nearly a decade has rushed by since I broke my promise to defile the bleachers with a bespoke reading or two.     Well. The ego has shrivelled,

festive fun on the bleachers!

hey siblings! fancy a little festive fun on and off the bleachers ? Simply print off as many labels here on the bleachers as ink allows and cut them to size. Watch those fingers, now… Then, using one of mom\’s discarded needles – clean zone this season ? A visit to grandpa\’s may be required

66° 32\’ 35" north in keds

one of these days i\’m  gonna get organized

a christmas carol

“Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.” – charles bukowski I squeezed the trigger and watched the fat cunt take two slugs squarely in the face. All because I did not want to get too close. His card was already marked. Terror. Not so much a stone as a sack

and the privileged will eat themselves

“Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I\’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside… remembering all the times you\’ve felt that way.” – c. bukowski Rain threatened. An ugly purple glowering. I was listening again to some Charles – Bukowski not Ray – while my ex-wife dressed

R.I.P.

Family Visits I.II.III.IV.V.VI.VII \”I\’ll tell you what i generally do– and this is kinda crazy –well, we go round and visit a lot;we go to people\’s houses…\” do what thou wilt. illustration by ib.

pinball

He walked down the street and took a bus to the airport.     No box of lights.     The sun through the slatted fence blinked at him like a strobe. It made him sick to the pit of his stomach.     The road once he got on it was uneventful.     There was nothing to save him painted on

twin decastich for hauf blind fucks on a glesga sofa

p { margin-bottom: 0.1in; line-height: 120%; }a:link { } fat cunt The fat cunt upstairs is limping again through the early hours a three-legged elephant locked in a trunk psalms from Postman Pat recited at the top of scorched lungs he would go over the balcony as at the Somme so entrenched is he in