The body has fault lines hidden just under the skin. They are little figurative tectonic plates of emotion juxtaposed to one another. Much like the real thing no one knows when the tension will build. No warning; just mayhem. Anger rubs against irritation, excitement against fear. Disappointment pushes upon joy, and hate grinds across pain. … Continue reading El San Andreas no es un santo!
Auguste Rodin’s took 37 years to complete La Porte de l’Enfer. The name translates to The Gates of Hell. This is easily considered his masterpiece as it contains many elements from his body of work. The Gates of Hell were only considered complete when Rodin died. Life is a master sculpture. She pulls your … Continue reading I am a Masterpiece, and you can too!
Once I was friends with Peter Pan, flying straight on till morning. Pixie dust clouding my vision, I was blind to the real world and all of its troubles and joys. Completely content convalescing in a world of make believe. Tinkerbell, she had me fooled, believing all it took was one happy thought in … Continue reading Lost boys can grow up.
Hell is a plant in South Carolina. It’s located just south of Greenville, a city growing in popularity and gentrification. It’s a nice place if you like to eat, Greenville I mean, not Hell. The food in hell is as sub-par as you would expect. It comes out of machines which charge way-too-much for a … Continue reading How to sell your soul, and other fun things to do with your time.
At nap time the sun would persist through the window diffused by one of those roller shades. You’re familiar with the type I'm sure. If you tug it gently, some kind of mechanical thing happens at the top of the window frame, and the shade rolls up. As a five year old this … Continue reading Beyond the shadow of a doubt
It all starts with AIDS, the attempted assassination of a president and then the pope, followed by the birth of music television and myself. As far as we are concerned 1981 is the beginning of time. And this, right here, this is the history of my world. Forget about the hippies and the death of … Continue reading 1981