Like, whoa.1
I don’t know about you, but these past few weeks, months has slowly seen my cash diverted from books, music, and fine art to more and more caffeine by way of RockStar, RedBull and DietCoke, to compensate for how unmercifully gray the days have continued, unceasingly, to be.
You would now believe how long [...]
march 30, 2008 6:39pm
I’m sitting in my chair looking some 16.3 miles straight ahead to the top of Saddle Mountain 1 and waiting for some sort of signal that this town is not going to be torn asunder by some fire-n-brimstone conflagration between the nastiest rednecks west of the AppalAchia and the looniest bunch of [...]
Feb 13, 2008 2:54pm
Not only the trees were pulled clean and free from what we thought were inviolable grounds- their hundred year old roots finally unable to withstand that awful wind-, but the town has been knocked off its mooring, and everyone in it is behaving like so much flotsam.
Having trees fly through the air [...]
I’m a puzzled and perplexed and almost afraid to say -lest saying it makes it happen- that it hasn’t really rain rained in Astoria. We had one hard shower, one instance of a vertigo-inducing gray void of a sky, and some introduction to the claustrophobic1 fog, but it all feels off.
Today is crisp with euphoric [...]
The rain is thick here and syrupy;
it doesn’t feel good to walk in,
under, through and out of.
Then the sun breaks out and
the light pours down and
it’s still g-d d-mn raining.
