Redemption of a Partially-Reformed Super Villain. Friday, August 07, 2015. I would write in watercolors. Redirecting raindrops with wetted strokes. I could learn the ukulele. Strumming the sunshine with fingertips. I should fashion songs in summer. Transmuting wind into weighted voice. But when you ask me how you should feel. When my potential seasons offend you. Only one possible answer comes to mind. Cool, visual cobalt,.

Tracking the progress of the www. Sunday, August 9, 2015. Banksy Kate Moss Limited Edition Print Red Monroe Warhol Style Red Yellow Stamp.

I Should Have A Call-in Show. Monday, May 21, 2007. Dandelions covering the grass, birds chirping in the morning, the Phillies playing mediocre baseball. Sure all these things are signs that summer is officially here, but I got my first real taste of summer today, courtesy of The Funky Freezer. But in the 21st century ice cream trucks have to outdo each other. And neon yellow color scheme.

Things we think about in bed. I ask because late last night both Guido and I were laying awake in bed and I was sure at least one of us must have been thinking of something pretty important.

Goddamn my lungs are filled with smoke. The women I pass cross their knees over their thighs. I wave away with my hand. For the stench of desperation. Is too horrible to bear. Because everything is nothing and nothing is anything at all. A mind soaked in whiskey. Only a selfish string of sentences.