About me

Wednesday, July 20, 2011


A puckered hold in the ground? Probably even harder to know it's different from my butt.

Study this carefully. It'll come in handy one day.

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Then and now

He was an ass.

Now, he's just a hole in the ground. I doubt he knows the difference.

Saturday, July 9, 2011

Bound in a framework

Here I am.

I'm not sure who clings to whom here, or what to what, as the grammar might go. Regardless, dried and desiccated, if it were not for the rusting strands of an external framework, I'd be long gone, just as I will be when the patient rust accomplishes it's job. Until then, ants and wasps grind and tear, bit by bit, until the rust introduces what's left of my dry-rotted mass to the grubs and worms. Even the living around me shrinks, shrivels, and dies upon getting too close.