In The

One more arrow in the quiver.

Headed Up

She headed up the nonfiction department in a 1200 square foot office for a somewhat marginal publishing company.  The writers she could handle.  The editors were her karmic debt.

On The Scene

Stay on the scene, like a sex machine.

Four Days Straight

I have been adulting for four days straight now.  Non-stop.

Into

Stop throwing automatic weapons into the Seine.

Like Something

It's like something in a Pier Pasolini film except directed by Lars Von Trier with all of the male lead's scenes filmed in slow motion with an M83 soundtrack.

Used To Swim

When I was but a wee lad, I used to swim in the pool at the Shamrock Hilton Hotel (aka The Cork Club) in Houston Texas.  It was one of the richest, greediest, crook-filled pools in the United States.

Titan Of

Shopping for a gun with a former titan of the rock world. 

You Say

Watch what you say to me, careful who you're talkin' to.  I'm on fired, baby.  I'm on fire.

My Mind

There are monsters in my head working my mind like a stripper at a truckstop.

Was Always

She invited me everywhere I wanted to go, but she was always distracted.

Off

I'm going to turn my mind off tonight whether I know it or not.

Outside

Fifteen miles outside of Abilene she spotted the steak house from Seat 21C.

The Single Thought

The world is no larger than the single thought that I am holding in my head right now.

Another

Another Pagan with a busy sword.

Then She

Margret's predilection for chicken carbonara led to her downfall.

Then she won the lotto.

This Week

Dogwood Lollapalooza on the creek this week.

Can Be

More stories about abandoned satanic playgrounds and how cleaning your oven can be toxic to your health.

Enough To

Remember when you were young enough to spot trouble a mile away?

Now This

Bucky's Gran Torino broke down out on the interstate and was stripped and left wafting on four rusty tire jacks seventeen miles past the old Rest Area.

And now this . . .