May 2010
7 posts
brokenfaucet asked: who are you?
Dead Keneddys / Too Drunk To Fuck
We had a guest last night, my mother’s friend, Trixie, who’s kids I sometimes tutor. We were talking about some jury verdict or other, and she said “I wouldn’t want to be judged by those people, especially not in downtown Brooklyn.”
“Why downtown?” I said, already knowing the answer.
“Because they’re not educated at all and they have no...
“I could see myself in front of an infuriated mob, facing a firing squad, weeping...”
– Arthur Rimbaud, A Season In Hell
Desperate times call for desperate measures, pour me another desperate measure, would you please.
I wish I could tattoo the skeletons of my ancestors upon my arms. Then they couldn’t resist reaching out to me, with me, when I extend my hand to another.
Ian has all the scenes in his head analyzed, philosophized, and he adopts me as the lead role. “Fight or Flight. We are essentially...
