“Be Alright”

First time I heard this song I was on my way out to California exactly four years ago and I wasn’t sure if anything was ever going to be alright.

I remember saying something about how exciting it would be to have another place to not belong.

I remember shrugging and thinking that this, too, would run its course.

Posted at at October 28, 2017 on Saturday, October 28, 2017 by |   | Filed under:


I had a dream that I was walking across a prison yard drenched in cum. Total bukkakke disaster.

Everyone was smirking and snickering.

I giggled and told someone “I look like I’ve just been hired by CBS *AND* Fox News!”

Posted at at October 25, 2017 on Wednesday, October 25, 2017 by |   | Filed under:

What do you dream about?

I was sitting down next to someone in a dream, kicking it and talking about whatever we were talking about.

He wanted to tell me everything that he dreamed about, and it was more or less a normal life with the woman and the house and the two and a half kids and the cars.

He was a nice enough fellow but I was lost in thought as he spoke and I know he could tell that I didn’t relate to anything he was saying.

He stopped talking and I told him it was okay and that hearing about his dreams and what makes him happy makes me happy.

He asked me “What do you dream about?”

I thought about it for a second, thinking, well, this will be awkward.

I started off hesitantly: “I dream that you exist.”

I continued: “And I dream that I exist.”

Posted at at October 19, 2017 on Thursday, October 19, 2017 by |   | Filed under:

Feeling Minnesota

Everything in towns closed except the grocery and the quickie mart. I already stopped in and said hi to Theresa, who let me know that the cookies I always stuff my face with will be a dollar on Friday. 

“You can stock up!”

I frowned. “They’ll go stale.”

She laughed: “Put em in the freezer!” 

I said “I’m a bachelor with no life skills.”

She smiled and asked me if I need a fork for my fruit.

I’m good. I washed the dishes. If they get really bad I just invoke mom’s name when I scold myself: “For fucks sake already, do the dishes, Katherine.”

I like wandering out for cookies at 2am. What the fuck else is there to do? :/

The third shift cashier at the grocery is always hella baked but he’s starting to remember me because I never change clothes and when he says “Drive safe” every night, I always tell him “No.”

Even driving here sucks. You’ll get a ticket for doing 27 in a 25.

And this right here is no 101 freeway.

Posted at at October 19, 2017 on by |   | Filed under:

Sidewalk Slam

Mama when I grow up
Don't tell daddy what I want to be
A Barefoot beggar
playing my music on the street 

When those train hopping boys stop by
and rest their lazy bones
I'll put my arms around them
And make them feel less alone

Sidewalk slam
Drink in my hand
A sidewalk slammer

Daddy when I grow up
Dont tell Mama  what I want to be
A traveling gypsy
with tracks under my feet

No one said it would be easy
Life without a silver spoon
Ramen noodles and potatoes
Howling at the moon

Sidewalk slam
Drink in my hand
A sidewalk slammer

Sister when I grow up
Don't tell Brother what I want to be
A natural seductress
bringing men down to their knees

I cant stay too long honey 
I've got more places to roam
I'm a vagabond magic woman, 
Everywhere I go is my home

Sidewalk slam
Drink in my hand
A sidewalk slammer

Brother when I grow up
Don't tell Sister what I want to be
A nappy headed flower  child 
My van is where I sleep

Dont be mad because i left y'all
To be a no good rambler
I'm as happy as I can be
I fall in love with the weather

With a sidewalk slam
Drink in my hand
A sidewalk slammer
-- Cuba Luna, Homemade Bomb


Posted at at October 11, 2017 on Wednesday, October 11, 2017 by |   | Filed under:

Are You Fucking Crazy? "YES."

"He's on a plane home to his parents. I caught him trying to steal from me and that was the last straw. He's been blowing my phone up and telling me he loves me and that we're going to get married. I replied and I asked him are you fucking crazy? And you know what his response was? YES."

I shouldn't have laughed so fucking hard.

Posted at at October 09, 2017 on Monday, October 9, 2017 by |   | Filed under:

Where Dreams Go To Die

Some other place I don't know where I am.
Some other place where I don't know anyone.
Some other place where I don't have any friends.
Some other stupid hotel room.
Some other gloomy rain-soaked sky.

Posted at at October 08, 2017 on Sunday, October 8, 2017 by |   | Filed under:

Reunification (God's Tent)

I'm going to be royally pissed off if there's an afterlife and we're all there together:

"Fuck. Here comes StarsSpergingAngel. Can we get rid of her?"


"Kill me now pls." 😬🔫

"Very funny, misterpickles."

Posted at at October 04, 2017 on Wednesday, October 4, 2017 by |   | Filed under: ,


I had a dream that Tommy (one of our moderators who passed away unexpectedly on Friday) had left a scrapbook behind.

I went to retrieve it.

It was a big scrapbook with a rough red cover and big thick cream colored pages.

I flipped through the pages but I wasn't sure what I was looking at.

Tommy was in the room with me. He explained to me that it was "character development."

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