I did.There is a videotape siting in a drawer in my parents' house. If you were to turn it on, you would see me as a two year-old, wearing nothing and grinning like a cheshire cat, golden hair growing ragged around a plump pink face.I did.
In my hand there is an inflatable globe, the kind you receive as a promotion for a restaurant or something. I stare at it, intensely studying the bloated cartoon continents, finding meaning in the distended coastlines and deceptively blue oceans.
My father then takes the globe and holds it forward, pointing to one sp
The Night I Lost My VirginityAnd then there were two corn-fed muskrat children priming salt pumps for carnal ecstasy in the shadow of biblical fright Peering soullessly, straddling the crevice between horseshit astrological pairings and darwinian nihilistic necessity It'll kill you, you know the solid sledgehammer of realization that chemistry compels your every move Don't worry, I can stop a speeding photon in its tracks, bid the black holes to vomit out ten trillion years of light My feelings for you could be balled up into a tiny ball ofThe Night I Lost My Virginity
A Waste of GasTo my dear friends: I write to you from a windowless basement apartment adjacent to stony silent El Morro. I started this trip with two hundred dollars in my pocket and no good sense about me. I was already lost at the empty racetrack of death valley and gazed stoically at a broken down wagon, realizing that manifest destiny had not died as long ago as i thought. I felt least myself in a dilapidated motel in Los Cruces, burrowing farther into a dream I had not conceived as I smoked my cigarettes backwards and tried to defeat the howling wind. El paso is a dusty shelf, sliA Waste of Gas
