Archive for January, 2007
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Tuesday, January 30th, 2007Bean Stromp, quarterback of the Cleveland Browns, is being recalled on some NFL films show. He looks like a thin rocker with a fucked-up nose and thin, shoulder-length brown hair–like some rocker from Spinal Tap. He drinks 8 packs of Mars beer on the sidelines during games. Has the Mars beer poured into small glasses [...]
The Seven Levels of Dog Heaven
Monday, January 29th, 2007Miliatry commander in current religious middle east conflict has personal revelations about loving one another — he sees differently.
In a dark temple he shines a flash light up to the ceiling thinking to see the image of a great god — but sees all these little pictures of people on the walls, each representing a [...]
Slave Trucks
Saturday, January 27th, 2007I was in the back of a truck. I was seeing myself from outside my body, as though floating. But, I still occupied my first person consciousness, too. I remember being conscious of the fact that I was above, as though I were working with a model set or playing with toys. And yet, my [...]
Morphing Bar Scene
Saturday, January 27th, 2007I was in a bar. There was a place I wanted to sit, must have been a favorite place, but two young men were sitting there. I just remember them from behind: young, thin, lightly muscular, black t-shirts, long curling hair. I remember feeling irritated, but suddenly they got up and left. I had a [...]
Hooking Mrs. America
Thursday, January 25th, 2007I was in love with DE. And she with me. (The ‘bomb’ in my high school and junior high years—the focal point of poor, geeky adolescent sexual angst.)
She had been well-used. Several husbands, offspring, etc. Yet we were in love. Living in some upper story apartment. Multiple levels, lofty. Then a geeky third person arrived. [...]