I Don’t Wanna [Insert Undesirable Activity]

Hello, neighbors!  I look like like shit right now.  I'll own it. Well, technically that was on Halloween, when we got a snowstorm here in Chicago.  HO HO HO.  In any case, I'm gonna launch into Whiny Adolescent Mode, because I need to vent, and that's the easy way to do it.  This is why …

Notes of A Mad Blogger

Welcome! If I may repeat myself, I recently (as of 10/25/2019) repurposed my old, basically dormant blog (fka WAR DURING LIFETIME) to be a (mostly) music blog.  I have a large archive of stories, poems and essays here, for now at least.  But due to my obsession with music and my proclivity for writing, it …

After Postmodernism (A Poem)

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Insomniac-Attention-Deficited-Triple-Major-Spanish-Minor

I've become an insomniac...again. The transition ocurred over a couple of idiotic nights of heavy reading, coupled with (what I thought was sufficiently reduced) coffee-drinking. I've been having this problem for a month---ie, since I last had some xanax---and was treating it sporadically with the popping of alternative pills (Advil PM; NyQuil) or, on days …

Constructs

Living in and adapting to Constructs Which go against evolution and instinct. I may rage and cry like a child but to Degrees Nearly every living person is mentally ill. Last night I punched a spider to death, an adverse Reaction To raising my eyes to look upon modern life. This after temporarily losing my ego …

Edie Pensive, Lenny in Storms, Vishnu Rising to Mops

Edie looks on, Pensively, At Lenny in Thunderstorms, I cut through, Drops of coffee falling From my mug, Edie looks on, Medically Never better Underperformed, Neighbors calling cops to Take our drugs, Lenny stands cussing The buses stopped running Kicks at a rock of glass Bleeding through his shoes His toes parted for the next …

I’ll Kill You For Your Coffee

I wake up.  Today, let's say.  I wake up and my first thought, when I'm not savoring a curious dream (or trying to shake off a sick one), is that I'm going to write today.  Not right away, and not necessarily anything great or planned (though I have, say, a hundred or more ideas for …

Listening to Lawnmowers: An Ongoing Series

IT’S TIME I woke up at 9 AM because my bladder said “It’s time”, And though I’d only slept three hours, three and a half at most I decided, after a languid debate leaning on my right elbow with a cigarette, That I ought to get up, make coffee out of grounds from a large …

Deleted Scenes

1994: "Fifty five cents?" I'm standing by the vending machines at Stevenson High in Jericho, IL, USA. "Fifty five cents?"  Begging for change for a Mr. Pibb doesn't go over well.  I live in a theoretically nice house; my pleas for soda money mostly get me ignored, which I'm used to. "Fifty five cents?"  It's …