Damn! 67 dollars!. Guess I’m worth it, yo.


The 67 dollar copies have vanished. I wonder if some crazy person bought them



First of all Mather Schneider gives us some beauty at Trick with a knife and you should pay attention, damn it.
I’ve been thinking a lot about Japan. I have friends there. A warm, dry place to sleep. If I can get the money for the flight, I might just go. Maybe I won’t come back.

It turns out that vomiting on someone on purpose is assault. Who would have guessed?

Nothing but turtles

Coming up, out of the water and thinking that this is falling
Falling and mistaking it for rising
Risking without the possibility of loss
Losing without risk
Dying all the way down

Kathy Acker Blew Me

The last time I did this it left scars. My skin wears the memory of everything that has come before. The marks are like breathe and eyes and dawn left to die on a silent beach. Time to light another cigarette and take another drink from the bottle that rests next to the bed. Amber liquids could be used as evidence for the existence of God, but that would just be bullshit. No life. No love. No remorse for the things that I have done and that is the best argument for nihilism. Fuck this and fuck you and fuck me most of all.

I want to apply for a job in sales.

I had a subscription to the resurrection, but Mr. Morrison stole it then had it cancelled. The bastard is selling coffee in Africa now. He doesn’t think it’s a season in hell, but he’s deluded about that. This is the hour of the witch and blood flows. Yes, blood flows.

I have to get back to the novel.

Did I mention that she doesn’t want it published? It was a shock, but one I can live with.

I like boobies!

I love Lucy. So do you. Fuck those HUAWAK pricks, right?

And now, something for the tempunauts:


Cut me here she says motioning to the soft
pink skin of her belly. My eyes keep moving below
to the place I know will be warm and

Deeper she says, it isn’t bleeding yet
I work the knife and her skin opens
inviting, but that isn’t what I want

Her hand moves across the wound
she shows me the red on her palm
before grabbing my cock
and smearing the blood there
to match the blood that has swollen
it hard

Now, she says, fuck me
so I do, lubricated with her blood

Trick with cats and philosphers

I talk about morality at Trick with a knife.

hazard cat id paying me for a a poem.

I am okay with being an alcoholic.

Writing about Hamlet does something for me.

When I hear the song “loving cup” by the stones, my dick gets hard. It’s none of your business why.

There’s a naked girl in my garden.



Last night, despite having been awake for forty hours (and drinking too much and taking too much of my meds, as well as accidentally taking someone else’s meds) I managed to write two poems and a story. They may be skewed by events, but they devour things. Not your things, my things.


The storms will not stop. Soon everything will be flooded.


I’m going to have a story and a poem in Zombie Summer!

Note to self

Must write a zombie poem and or story tonight for xTx.

Need to work on some cat themed poems, as I found a market that pays real moneys for them and I like to work for the moneys. Yes.

Need to get I.V. Scotch