SPOKEN WORD: BETWEEN THE LINES
I’ve written about my baby voice and decided to read one of my pieces. The link will take you to the original post if you want to read and listen at the same time.
Sometimes this fucking little heart is so inadequate.
“Give me something to believe in.” Her eyes touched my lips and I felt her breath become shallow. I was a coffin filled with regret, buried underneath her floorboards.
“She came out of nowhere, really.” That’s what I told my parents at Thanksgiving. They saw my cracked lips and my puffy eyes…
I’m pretty sure I could entertain myself for at least a year with the blender app.
Which version of Dune are you watching - the original or the remake from the last few years?
The original. I’m a huge David Lynch fan.
Presently watching Dune in HD and writing a really filthy story for Sock Drawer Press.
For a long time, I lived only inside of a tarnished spoon. Sometimes I miss it.
This is my submission for Guest Directed Self Portrait No. 4, directed by Precarious Owl.
I can’t dispute that. NYC ruined scotch for me though. Too many years rubbing shoulders with pretentious assholes talking about single malts and smoking cigars.
I spent a month in Scotland, camping out in the back of a rental car and sipping the finest whiskey I’d ever tasted. Now I’m content with the slow burn of bourbon and the disappointment that comes with it. Bourbon is the most honest of liquors, save for rye.
whiskey? any brand that you prefer? ... rum? ...
After all these years, Wild Turkey is the only bourbon worth a damn. History, joy, and ashes—all contained in a single shot.
