who feels gypped after a drunk fuck?
only the guy in the next apartment over listening to it through the walls while
he can’t sleep.
about every little problem that ever flashed across his path because he can’t
grip it in his hands.
squeeze those problems around the neck until the head just
flops under its own unconscious weight.
let the [...]
Non-writing related, however if H.R. 3261 does pass, it will most certainly effect the way you consume your media, books included.
While the Stop Online Piracy Act sounds like it might be a good thing, it really isn’t. It puts the ability to censor websites and their content in the hands of major corporations and the enforcement of such in the hands of third-party ISP’s, completely foregoing legal due-process for any who might be targeted. [...]
This might be old news to some of you, but I just heard about this today. Apparently Levi’s has managed to marry Bukowski’s “The Laughing Heart” with a sixty second “film” — aka commercial designed to sell you cool. It’s playing on the pre-roll in theaters all over.
I love Levi’s. I only rock them. [...]
a woman, lying in the park with her knees and tits and face pointing at the sun.
the leftovers of a light lunch lay beside her as she dreams — of what?
while the rest of us walk by on our way to somewhere we don’t want to be
thinking, we want to be in the sun instead.
The girl on the bike in front of me keeps showing me her panties. Well, only the band of them as she’s hunched over pedaling. But I can see their outline good enough through her shorts. “Sugoi,” it says across the band — I bet it means something in another language. We’ve been leap frogging each other since Fulton and Divisadero, even though I’ve been more than willing to lag behind and watch her calves flex under her olive skin. [...]
i’ve got a new story in the April issue of SoMa Literary [...]