From the monthly archives:
Watch it here.
Except for the boy in the belfry
he’s crazy, he’s throwing himself
down from the top of the tower
Like a hunchback in heaven
he’s ringing the bells in the church
for the last half an hour
He sounds like he’s missing something
or someone that he knows he can’t
have now and if he isn’t
I certainly am
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The ants crawled about the floor, in the sink, along the shower wall. They crawled inside his skull, tearing at his thoughts. Words fell from his open mouth in tatters. Conflicting voices, an out of tune radio too quiet to hear, just loud enough to drive him to distraction, to hold head in hands. He [...]
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Looking back, she must have seen me as a man just barely holding on.
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I’ve fallen behind, I admit it. So much going on with life, love, and the business of writing that I have left myself precious little time or will to sit down and write. I’m exhausted after weeks of surprisingly high stress levels, yet I’m very much looking forward to writing a few short stories. You’ll [...]
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What can I say? The Replacements remain a great band for me to dream to. A more bittersweet optimism, I suppose.
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“They’re probably not so fond of you, either.”
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I may have a severe learning disability, or maybe I’m simply inept. Maybe I just don’t know how to use my hands. That would explain why I’m such a shitty guitar player, or why the backspace key is worn out on my keyboard. My hands don’t work. Things that people say are “easy”, I find [...]
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Pavement is having a reunion tour, courtesy of Pitchfork. While it’s all sorts of unbecoming for a gentleman to squeal with joy, I think I might have to succumb. It’s either that or wet myself.
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