Shot down like a bullet

Shot down like a bullet.   There’s a girl in my shower two nights in a row now. She’s got great  big tits and she keeps screaming my name. Like a did something wrong. Every night she shoots me down like a bullet.   I wish I could get you out of here. I wish…

A Mug full of Muggling

The ticket stabber Wants to Make Friends.   Sitting swimming Mouths open, taking Starving Chirping for chips. Stuff your fucking mouths. There’s a mortal moment, everyone will know very intimately, whether it was worth it.   This shift is turning into a hostage crisis. We’re all going to die. I’m a shitty negotiator.    

Molly Malone

Molly Malone grew up in La Grange. She was a young lovely girl raised free-range. Until she was seventeen, and three men came to the farm at La Grange. But she felt no alarm even as they took away Dad and dear old Mom. Oh, and she did sing, Oh her voice did ring, Molly…

Still Life with Art…

All my rejected <FACEBOOKBOOK FRIENDLY NOW> that’s fit to blog! Based on an awkwardly true story of me sitting in the corner of a writer’s workshop dominated by women and attended by one very young man. Take what you will about the relationships and interactions between the artistically inclined sexes in this unapologetic, objective set…