Wednesday, August 24, 2005


I could go on forever,
just talking and spewing and
dropping names

like you even give a damn;

it builds me up to hear my
own voice or see my own words
on the screen

like I'm some kind of genius.

And when I write poetry
I feel so smart and witty that I
just have to post it

like you even give a damn:

I could go on forever.

Friday, August 12, 2005

Red Bumps Keep Coming Back

Internet marketing continues to reach new lows. I don't know if I can even say anything about this ad. I may actually be lost for words:

Yeah. I'm done. I have nothing to say. Besides, I think I'm out of over-the-counter cream.

Wednesday, August 10, 2005

Last night I witnessed something. It was strange. As I drove my car, headed to a friends house, I noticed something in the nighted distance. It was large and dark, and it was moving. And all I could think was: What is this roiling mass before me? As I neared, it became the greasy undercarriage of a vehicle, then the upturned side of a black SUV, then the the full black body of steel and plastic and rubber and paint, careening through the air, a graceful broken beast.

And then it landed. On all fours, as it were.

I drove past, amazed and stupefied, and it took a moment for me to realize that I should pull over and make sure the driver was ok. So I pulled onto a large median, parked my car and ran to the scene of the accident, only to find that the SUV was no longer there! The driver left the scene of his own accident. Maybe he was in shock. Maybe he was drunk. I like to think that he was being chased by Yakuza assassins who wanted to kill him for stealing 6 billion yen in heroin and bootleg Star Wars DVDs.