my mom, she vacuumed everyday. Danchi- I don’t even think she had one…
It’s the eve of a new year, two thousand and eighteen years after the death of Christ, one of a trilogy visiting us in triage, a place we seem to be fast approaching, as we speak. Other than Hawaii, and Samoa, we are last to know the next year. I’m in some kind of hell,Continue reading “Out with the g-damn old already”
“No bones. Not even a knee cap.” As if knee caps are a different currency altogether, and, if that were the case, I should have a buried treasure full of gold somewhere, risk-free, in the desert. I’ve been watching Breaking Bad in consecutive order, an anomoly for me other than “Lost,”Continue reading “The Graph: Math of Story, pt. 2”
like a patient etherized upon the table — is a phrase I never forget.