And yet, we drive down the street in a 1 ton machine, happily content in the belief the other person barreling towards you in their own 1 ton machine will stay on that side of the double yellow line. The well crafted lie is easier to swallow if it's wanted; if it's easier than an … Continue reading We’re All Just Clowns In A Car
Sometimes my balls feel like tits. Bloodlines. New Buffalo. The fine wrinkles, we have all of them. I swear this time I'll never forget. I swear this time I absolutely refuse to. So I'll write it down in my calendar, an electronic reminder for Google to not forget until it's deleted. Or some such other … Continue reading State of the Boat. #8
Take me by the empty lake You want me to caress it Show me the puckered, swollen red and hot frayed edges You hit all the talking points You do your best to sell it Showing me the emptiness of it We stare for hours Or minutes, I forget … Continue reading “No.”
The sideways glance, furtive and lithe Pillowed blue rolling soft and continuous Her metronome breath billows warm Secretive whispers, lips brushing conspiratoriously We wear each other's arms around each other's necks Binding us to one, forging our course Her toes on mine, as mine are on hers Hearts racing faster as we pull tighter Together, … Continue reading Picnic In the Sun
That night, however, I simply felt pissed I was the only of the 4 of us to be arrested. Over some pot, no less.
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 do my best to not interact with the VA daily. Or weekly. Hell, even yearly. I do my best, but for some reason I always seem to have to.