the terrible twos

the terrible twos

walking down the sidewalk--clipclip clipclip--johns boot heels contact the pavement.  clipclip clipclip.  walking in twos.  clipclip clipclip.  he thinks, "this is a casa blanca night".  john will often retreat into the world of black and white moving images on a bright rectangle to act like his friend.  maybe share a bottle with lauen bacaul and mr bogart.  "is that who that is?  lauren bacal?", john wonders.  no matter.  elctonic images give him the same feeling as other images, be it real living people, images in his mind or his wild dreams.

Sin Peter's Story

Another day. I woke up. Hungover.




My friends are all derlicts.



Im one too



sin peter is at the bus stop. It is hot as fck. At least 88 degrees. It's been hotter lately. Sin peters space is a small bus shelter, ya no the ones that are all over the city. Plexiglass all around and 10 by 4. this one is actually clean but sin peter can't lie down cuz of the arm rests. Those dam armrests on benches. No man can sleep on those. This stop is one of the new stops. The kind that has a tv in it. Or I guess its not really a tv but some kinda tv that just plays ads. Sin peter has seen these before and knows the world keeps on going. Hasn't passed him by cuz he is still livin and breathin. Sin peter is winning for all accounts. He has beat the streets, disease, being broke, losing everything. So a colored screen a bus stop is nothing new to him. Sin peter looks to the left. He sees cabs lined up to take some of the people somewhere and he almost laughs out loud. Lord knows all you know is temporary. Go where you want cuz when you get back it aint not the same as when you done gone. Nothing is the same cuz you probably hustled out of where you been or think you belong. But really, every day is the same as the day before. Look for money look for food look for someone that's the same as you. As sin peter, he just gets hot. He is feeling like his eyes are on fire and his body is on fire and a part of his leg is on fire. These fires might be infections or who knows. Who cares. They might go away. For a while. Still lookin to the left sin peter sees the bus and a place he can sit and be cool. So hot out. A bus is a place to be cool. Sin peters stuff is huge. His pack is big and smelly. He wants to bring it with him wherever he goes...................

now. new. there. here.

i've been places.  i've been here and there...the road has said ok.  go ahead.  tread on me.  roll over me.  say hello.  say good-bye.  we've traveled there together, the road and i.  we have met the sky together.  we have met the mud and dirt together as well.  the road has taken me here.  where am i.  my times and thoughts have spanned the universe, looking for meaning and pattern.  looking for where i fit.  looking where the stream meets the horizon.  meeting people as i go meeting ideas as they pass.  dying all the time.  living all the time.  feeling everything and feeling nothing.   sparks flying from my eyes.  sparks flying and burning.  warming frozen fields and warming insides of cold things.  the branches.  the grasses.  images have been burned in my mind.  no cold can move them.  the memories are there but have been covered in dust yet still perceptable to me.  i don't want to lose them because they are lessons learned or mistakes or not mistakes and i don't want to lose them even if they aren't the best things ever.  i need to feel the earth.  under my feet.  and in my head and in my mouth and lungs.  it is here where i belong.  it is here where i begin to understand myself.  it is here that things can begin to change.  change....

so it worked. including misspellings

ok.  so this is my first real post.  i dislike times new roman.  times new viking is ok.

i am watching the sox beat heck all out of the twinkies.  bout time.  buerhle is a bad, bad man.

i am starting a blog under a pseudonym, as i wouldn't want to incriminate my real self. 

i went to the store to buy things.  things bought me.  i went to the street to run.  the street ran me.  i opened a bottle of wine.  the bottle of wine opened me. 

is anyone else suffering from allergies?  i sure am.  my eyes, they do burn.  gonorreahaaaaa.  ah, that kramer.

i went to work today and did some.  oh wait, i already played that game eariler in this, my first real post.  i wonder if anyone will get to this blog.  or whatever they call it...maybe "access this blog".  i am technologically backwards.

this is my first bost

what up, suckaheads.  test 1st post.