I grew up travelling from city to city. My parents were central telephone installation techs. It paid more for them to drive, so we often drove through the day and night. I used to stay up late, switching through radio stations, picking which songs Momma and I would listen to as we barreled through the empty blackness.
That was the thought that ran through my head several months ago when I heard about the Flat Earth Movement. These "Flat Earthers", as they call themselves, truly believe the world is a flat, spherical disc with a dome, and that NASA and the UN have ships and personnel stationed at the edges to divert … Continue reading You Have Got To Be Fucking Kidding Me.
The Boat. has just reached 100 posts! I'd say that's an achievement in itself! I wanna take this time out of my day to say thank you to all the shitty people and things in my life that have made this possible. Without your arrogance, infallible hubris, and overall selfishness this would never have been … Continue reading 100!
I smiled up at her face looking down at mine. One last lesson, then, Momma. She really did save the best one for last.
Auditory hallucinations become pretty frequent. I swear just a little bit ago I heard a woman climaxing.
RS - Did you just blasphemy?
The clinking of porcelain as it shatters on the cobbled stone street made of bricks varying in shapes, colors, and sizes, is heard from the next room over. Another remnant left behind like so many spoken words and deeds committed. Another sentinel amongst the refuse. The heart that used to be so big, so much larger … Continue reading God’s Dustpan