She likes it deep. She likes it analog. Ink stains on sheets of paper. Wipe away the mess with typewriter ribbons and lace. Your USB keys will not survive the coming apocalypse. Nothing to plug into. You might as well be writing on toilet paper. Meanwhile the laughing cave paintings in France and drunken hieroglyphs [...]

Rotting beneath a languid sun we are as junkies on the nod…dozing…eyes half-shut. And the sound of waves in the distance. Pulsating rhythm keeping time with each heartbeat. You can feel it in your ears. The hand of God moves gently across the water. Crystalline blue ocean mother nature. Geologic masterpiece of space and time. [...]

Yellow parasols. “Sol” umbrellas and beach chairs. Rhythmic sound of waves lapping the shore beneath a Carribean sun. There goes a yacht. Here comes another. Tourists and honeymooners. Old-timers idly wasting away pensions. Sand like baby powder between the toes. It gets everywhere. These are a few of the things I know. Today.

It is not possible to look the Devil in the eye while pretending to be a saint. He recognizes one of his own. It’s best to look away.

The only true road is the one we must all travel alone. You won’t find it on any map.

my attraction to those things that are vacant, abandoned, or desolate cannot be explained.

I don’t wanna go where the cool people are. I wanna go where the real people are. Or nothingness. Gutter drunk and shoeless.

Spending too much time pondering my other lives in parallel universes, but that doesn’t pay the mortgage. Damn you, real universe!