Wednesday, August 17, 2005

I, Anonymous

prose poem

To all the guys who come into the porn shop and hit on the surprisingly young cute girl working behind the counter: Fucking stop it. For eight hours a day, I sit in a room of T&A watching myself progressively lose more and more of whatever it was I liked about porn in the first place. On top of that, I have to deal with the scum of Portland, who, one after another, ask me for a date, phone number, blowjob, WHATEVER. I'm tired of putting up with you people. For godsakes, I have the only pair of clothed tits in the entire room, yet they're all you can seem to stare at. The only 'services' I provide are giving you change so you can jack off in the arcade, and if you were smart, you'd put some of that change in the tip jar. Now eat me. --Anonymous

3 part play on mosquitos

edge-of-the-world: "it's a maelstrom of mosquitoes up hee-yah in Maine, ayuh"

survivalist: "I remember Minnesota, land of 10,000 lakes (and 100,000 swamps). But one of the good things about the chronic Ozark summer dry spells... no skeeters. Altho- I'm waitin on rain today; I'll havta irrigate if it dont.

Mr. Hardenburg the NERD: its been a real slow year here for skeeters too. not many flies either. except in my apartment, of course. ... going to take the freakin garbage out ...

Saturday, August 13, 2005


place your hand over mine thrice
and meet with me after this life.

can you translate that into latin?

Monday, August 01, 2005

Last Night I Went Walking ...

by the Handsome Family

last night I went out walking
out on the edge of town
not going no place special
only wandering around

I came upon a river
I thought about what you said
and couldn't stop it flowing
and running through my head