(Listen here: Double Odd Buck — Curse God, It’s Monday) Stressed out shell, you’re burning, burning, Itching from the inside, burning up. Burning alone, thinking no one would listen, Burning alone, thinking no one should care. Fall down, fall down, fall down again. Fall down, fall down, fall down dead. Fall down, fall down, fall…
A car had to be moved before the tow truck arrived to wreck the week for everyone who lived inside of it. Why people were living in a car on the main street of town was anyone’s guess, but sometimes people do ridiculous things for seemingly no good reason whatsoever. My heartburn isn’t any more…
A dragon kept to itself for days on end will tend to get swizzlestick drunk with a hunchback and his ugly sister on a barstool conversation for entertainment purposes. When you’re bored enough to sin with hunchbacks, you’re lording over the prime real estate of the mentally challenged. I like to point out here that…
“French bad guys look like bland peacocks at a bakery raid!” was the first thing I heard upon stepping from Sunday’s Church Of The Month onto the gritty cobblestones of Athens’ main street and the traffic which was inevitably to be found there. The guy who had said this was a fellow of minuscule, yet…
Her kisses left me feeling empty — groping in the darkness just wasn’t my style (anymore). Could she understand that? I couldn’t, either. So what? Just dance, I told myself. But that was like scratching for some kind of reason, and I was through with scratching. Over and done. My feet were blistered and sick…
“Is this bad?” he asked while tossing his entrails casually into the brown paper grocery sack. She smiled and nodded her approval. “Is this bad?” he asked, as he carefully yanked free each of his bitten-down fingernails with the dimestore needle-nosed pliers he wielded. “Of course.” she said, her smile growing wider. “Is this bad?”…
Spots obscured her vision as she tried to make out the shape of what was left of the Washington Monument. The train was old — probably several decades old, at least — and very rickety. Creaking and rocking, back and forth, creaking and rocking, back and forth. The predictability of the motions left her with…
Fugzilla had headaches ten times the size of Tokyo — so could you blame him for his normally unsociable behavior? Would you keep that kind of stuff inside of your head? No, I thought not. Omaha was in awful shape on its own demerits, so what’s the real harm, anyways? Well, plenty, according to the…
The setup was terrible in the first place. Cramped and complaining, we dug our heels into the hard earth, biding our time for relief’s sweet mercy. It was impossible to stand fully upright, and there were too many of us in the tiny hut for anyone to sit down or stretch our aching bodies, so…
Her eyes are brightly lit splendors to behold: She’s a frog, of course! And that’s what makes her different from all the others. She wasn’t one to hang half-naked pictures of other men at her office desk. She had been kissing princes for the last five years…until she got to me, that is. I didn’t…