Another Bad Script Reading

There is so much wealth out there that can make our country so rich. The Saudis make $1 billion a day. $1 billion a day. They've got nothing but money. And they're tired of spending money. That's true. So we’re gonna frack them. By the way, speaking of my family, they bring drugs. They bring … Continue reading Another Bad Script Reading

Another Bad Script Reading

"People say, "Oh, you don't like China?" No. But their leaders are much smarter than our leaders, and we can't sustain ourself with Tom Brady. That’s right. That’s right. We have the New England Patriots, but we don't know how to use them –– because our leaders don't understand the game. So this man tells … Continue reading Another Bad Script Reading

Memories of the Son

I remember the sun- its light of a thousand moments, all vying for their fifteen minutes. Scratching at the sorrow of another yesterday while shivering up to a dumpster- society’s leftovers; served up on a concrete platter.   I remember her eyes. Electric spheres of blue rising over an imperfect smile- the smoking gun clenched … Continue reading Memories of the Son

HappyAngrySweetHollow

The world is full of fuck, so fuck it all. With overgrown mounds of earth rising like ancient crypts of the sun, and where looming palms line the highway like manicured streetlamps displaying the brilliance of their phallic order- American perversion taking the world by storm. A child wonders at their father ‘Does everyone feel this disgusting?’ … Continue reading HappyAngrySweetHollow

Fickle

What is happiness worth to one who only sees the subtle derision in every smile? Or in life- quick stolen moments, dulled by an artificial glow. What a brilliant play life sometimes dreams, in which the burden of being can be satiated with epiphanic measures- like plucking a single photon from the sunset. But here you are deceived- … Continue reading Fickle

Abstract Diatribe

The earth is wet. We make our way in this thawing marsh of crimson haunted by memories, inundated with fleeting smiles (half grins polished over gaped mouths) Full of shit.   Trudging through the herd each individual appropriately labeled costumed, and socially binding- writhing against the tepid bravado of our worth.   Instinctually anxious to … Continue reading Abstract Diatribe

Five-Hundred Circles

Indianapolis a once promising sight for freedom, industry, and corn. The fastest city in the western hemisphere- where men from all walks could aspire to drive in five hundred circles, chasing the emphatic roar of beer-blooded, all-Americans. But the city I experienced was only reminiscent of so many others before- Angry, cold, and poor. Window … Continue reading Five-Hundred Circles