I’m an “employee” at Sears now. A new name tag among the slew that I already have. And I lost a bunch from other previous YOBS.
I have 6 at the moment. I wonder if I can get to 30 on the personal unrecorded record.
I don’t want to be a 9-5er
It’s like dog training…but for humans
WRITING AN ESSAY ON NATY ICE
If I could pick a voice out of all the singing voices in tze world, I would choose one milky, sultry, and upbeat so I could sing about anything and sound like I’m changing a generation. Trumpet quietly in the background. And the music video would be clips of the love of a family. Because the love of a family is beautiful and I’ll imagine it. Pats on the back and all.
scratching and human
“He allowed himself to be swayed by his conviction that human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but that life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves.”
Gabriel Gárcia Márquez; Love in the Time of Cholera
in my own right
I will be the Fermina Daza to a Florentino Ariza,
but, until then,
the consolation remains a bitter thrill