Most nights he parked in front of the house, imagining it crushed under a tree, on fire, or leveled by a hurricane.
The way forward: Simply Be Exhausted.
The manicured grounds masked an eroding social fabric.
In this work I have struggled to maintain the proper tone of operatic self abnegation.
The words in this posting can not express how great this opportunity is.
I saw you sneak that drink, and I forgive you for it.
Can you tell me how to get to Sesame Street? Can we go back together, one of you still holding my hand, the other on my shoulder, vanishing around an invisible corner, down a leafy suburban street? I am weeping as I type this. You were Snuffy and I was the Count. The sky was a blue that no longer exists. I want my blue back.
Everything is of its time. How glorious; what a pity.
Beneath the rage, fear
Beneath the fear, sadness
Beneath the sadness, love
Active language receptors, but no coherent brain function.
A lot of what is called low self-esteem is simply seeing yourself as others do.
He had lately been spending as much time as possible in the company of animals. No animal had ever ridiculed him, nor regarded him with pity, scorn, or disappointment. Well, possibly disappointment. He could live with that.
The collection exclusively featured images of mayhem and disaster.
By the time you get her attention, the bartender already seems annoyed. You’re getting that a lot lately. You expect it, really. You give her a short nod, turn and head out into the rain. You’ve come down with your third cold of the season and there seems to be something wrong with your legs. Your father died 20 years ago today. The earnest, dignified man you remember could be your brother now. Limping home in your wet coat, almost comical in your desolation, you wonder. In 20 years, will anyone raise a toast in your memory?
Going back to writing on tablets. Not electronic ones. Short pieces carved in stone.
Like many spiritual leaders, he had a far higher asshole quotient than one would have expected from his public persona.
