sitting hereeating homemade apple pieand throwing punches atthat jilting manthrowing hugsat my sistawith the broken heart…

i’m a jailbird, wearing damned stripes… i’m walking with the mass of lumps, we’re accompanying Joe…we’d be better off floating on suitcases with the stars sending sparkly signs on which way to go…which way to turn… it’s ridiculous, i’d rather push trees than paper, drink tea under mushroom caps, go with alice on her way… Continue reading breaking rocks and climbing hills

nothing today. even dear august with its promise of tan lines and buff thighs has entered my building in a hush. i’ve unplugged myself from the noise of you, i’ve gone acoustic. bare. 9 days. 365 plus when hell connected me to drug juice, and being a heroin addict would have been a walk in… Continue reading dogtail

short break from silence to report that my space cadet pinball score is now: 6,931,500….well alright!! don’t get too upset ms. A! 😉 as PIL (that’s public image ltd) says, “anger is an energy”