penny for my thoughts

you might think that blogging should be a brave new world free of commercial ties and monetary concerns, but, especially as a writer in an economy that does not particularly favor writing, especially they kind that I do, I am hoping that if you like what you read you will find it in your heart to leave a small bill in the tip cup

a lesser light

portable villianous art for rapt jailers
eviscerate appalled droves vital limbs–slaked felon
will fashion lucky furred hymns

can I break in front of you?

this is a placeholder post.
it is sunday morning for me so I have all day but it will only be the last day in November for a couple more hours in my time zone so this is the last post of November but I am not sure yet what it is going to consist of.
there [...]

types at flies

soldiered benignly
underground
cistern

refraining from content or pointing at weathermen

a car dealership closes on fourteenth street disgusted but clamoring for starry-eyed decorous lechery crisply ushered into red blaring sirened silence. cavernous swell you toss coins excoriated rumors due north northeast duly noted deep chested my heart’s rhythm jumpy since we scrambled ten of us fifty of them the once bustling square in cities tenderfaced [...]

jim broadcast. opt to descend.

“why did you watch it if you
did not like it.”
“I thought you liked it.”

minutes overtime

Chicago was far enough once. which
reminds me
it is not that association gets you nowhere.
or it is
but gaping impractically. or more than the sage
punctual
like the pulse of a glock
all the way to that shelf where instant gathers into shade.
the best of distance brought
not home exactly.
base 10 written
the shine on an electron
the talk strained at its circular [...]

not your everyday post

…ultimately it ends up saying the same thing as every piece I have ever read on the topic of how introverts have to find ways to get along in an overwhelmingly extroverted society: there are not enough of us to really change our culture so that it takes care, or even notice, of our needs, and so the best we really can hope for is to find ways to adapt when possible and to suffer in silence the rest of the time.

Proposition 8 over my dead body

Given that this is a queer blog, or that is it is a queer blog to the extent that the writer considers himself quite rather queer, it might seem odd that I have not said a whole lot about Proposition 8. Given also especially that I live in California and donated a little money to the No on 8 campaign and voted against it myself and did other assorted things to work against its passage, one might think I would have more to say.

Here are some reasons why I am not saying much.

Blowing it

This was what I was going to post on the 11th after I had been on the train all day sleeping but I fell asleep in the middle of writing it. Sometimes sleep just leads to more sleep–you know how that goes?
Two [ed.: yeah three since this one passed too] days pass without an [...]