burden, burden, betroth:
what I say when alone
words fell over the bridge into the car, once,
over and over
words fell over the sodden lips of rock
into my
crushed
fallacies of might.
It was stormy
outside
and bright
Yellow chevette. Mom gave it to me. Her name was the Chevette.. Had a head on collision in it. At 50 mph. No seatbealt. A couple scars. My grandfather made sure to get the stereo out of it. (We’d spent an entire hot summer Saturday together installing it.)
Blue Isusu impulse. Big brother gave it to me. Her name was Glamdring the Foehammer. That’s all you need to know.
Copper Buick Regal. Only saw about 2 others that color. ever. I guess they made 3. She was named Glamdring the Foehammer. I had her a long time. She was stolen from me, then recovered.
White Dodge Spirit. My father gave it to me. Remained nameless. I loved having it.
White Delta 88. Her name was Glamdring the Foehammer. My father gave that car to me too. The engine burned up one day.
The MINI. I got it on my own. Her name is “My MINI. Don’t ask how I like it…that’s a dumb question.”
comedy central’s commercials
being single in the morning
….after that dream...
having to screen my calls
“just between you and I”
folks that go the speed limit in the left lane
folks that box me in on I-40.
people that bitch about driving related crap
waiting in any form
bathroom humor
being cold
channel surfers
cyclists riding abreast in completely inappropriate situations – I am a cyclist and that’s why non cyclings throw used diapers and pizza boxes at us – stop! you know the etiquette!
check out folks who don’t look at the customer but just keep talking to the guy next to them
george bush got RE-ELECTED
I was working somewhere where they announced it over the intercom and people clapped
Internet Explorer
crummy trackball mice
smoking all the time
my complexion
bad memories
acknowledge the damn email willya?
room temperature food
batteries aren’t free
neither is anything else
opening packaging
getting mad about nothing important
the songs. always the songs.
my brother
my sincerity
my legs (they’re great. thanks to karen and kim for ensuring I keep em)
rainy days when I don’t have to run.
cats
all cats.
sorrow
Duran Duran
mom
the MINI
blogging
jeans
loud music
very very loud music
documetaries esp of Fred Morris
spelling, language, and grammar
facebook
the voice of bon scott
great coffee
time healing
new clothes
my eyes
telling people to fuck off – politely
getting told ok
tree silhouettes
robert deniro in the day
guitar solos
hamburgers
bicycles
great, gorgeous bicycles.
white skies
my MINI
not being asked how I like my MINI
keyboard shortcuts
computer hardware repair
reading
reading a lot and talking about books with others
cranking the stereo
drinking
not drinking
lifting weights
being well groomed
my Phobia! Yay! I love her!
realizing
simplifying
the famosity of my list about losing my car on coxe avenue
my desk
Marcus!
old videos
cutoff jeans – fuck bermudas, Jerry
low light
dusk
summer – summer best of all.
that one day it will be ok
that day is here
custard pie
the wanton song
nobody’s fault but mine
what is and what should never be
did I mention custard pie
I’m gonna crawl
bron-y-r stomp (my ex loved me to sing this to her) “So Fine!”
black country woman
carousalambra
“…. that’s alright, I know your sister too.”
-screwing up fewer and less (the diff between wal mart and target)
-between you and I vs between you and me
-farther and further
-OMFG this craps’ with apostrophe’s's WILL YOU NOT STOP!!S’!!
""even as we speak the Dirty Creature springs a nasty surprise...""
- split enz
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