archives for Sunday 13 July 2008
best thing I’ve read in ages
Sunday 13 July 2008 | 2 cookies in the jar
And yes I know I have posted like three times today. But I’m…I’m…I think I’m bored! Holy crap, I didn’t know I could even still GET bored. Is life with the Brujo really that entertaining? I’ve chain-read all day, one book after another, like potato chips; and though I have not yet eaten Häagen-Dazs straight […]
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sunday evening dedication going out to miss bovary
Sunday 13 July 2008 | someone left a cookie
SO, YOU FUCKED JOHN DONNE
for MJW
So, you fucked John Donne.
Wasn’t very nice of you.
He was betrothed to God, you know,
a diet of worms for you!
So, you fucked John Keats.
He’s got the sickness, you know.
You took precautions, you say.
So, you fucked him anyway.
John Donne, John Keats,
John Guevara, John Wong,
John Kennedy, Johnny John-John.
The beautiful, the wreckless, […]
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Sunday 13 July 2008 | 6 cookies in the jar
Señor Brujo left yesterday morning for his summer teaching gig, wee Honda packed to the gills with drums, keyboard and cactus paraphernalia. For sustenance, he took a bag of pretzels. He called in the evening from a grotty motel room in T or C, where he’d stopped for the night, to tell me he’d just […]
