A Parody

Towards noon he awoke. O what dull music. His soul was all arid dry. Over his limbs in restive sleep warm waves of darkness had passed. He lay restless, as if his soul lay amid piss-warm waters, half-conscious of droning music. His mind was waking too soon to inevitable noontime knowledge, noontime desperation. Spirit emptied from him, soiled as the most polluted water, sour as piss, moving as sludge. How heavy it was inhaled, how desperately, as if the demons themselves were breathing upon him. His soul was waking quickly, trying to wake wholly. It was that windy hour of noon when madness sleeps and grey plants die and flies buzz for dead flesh.

Lowering the Target on Health Reform

Let me fling out my own flaming arrow of rage into the digital ether.

The New York Times reports that the Public Health Option, the vital core of Obama's health care reform may be dropped by the White House. President Obama continues to lower the target on health care reform. Soon enough we will be shooting ourselves in the foot. If there is no public option what other option is there? A cute little non-profit unable to compete against ruthless insurance companys? If Obama doesnt stand firm against the blue dogs pissing on his legislation he can kiss the left wing of his party good by. If there is anything us Lefties love it is fighting and losing a rightous battle.

Scene From A Bachelor Party

His mind is blank in vaguely medical wonder. His chair becomes more comfortable his pants more spacious. The alcohol still swims but the illusion drops. Cold absurdity dissipates the sexual heat in his eyes. His mind pulls back, his body becomes a spacesuit, the helmet's glass his unblinking eyes.

GMFB

"I want to get fucking paid". - Anon

On Writers

His index twirls around his ear exactly 3 times points at his right temple thumb fully cocked '...then pushk!'.

"Yeah, well" I lower my head looking down at my half-full beer.

On Jack Kerouac

"That's not writing that typing" Truman Capote

Microblogging

This electrified piece of plastic, silicon and semi-precious metals cast a pale light across my face and my mind wanders into the infinite valleys of distraction that vibrate underneithss all these clacking keys.