Ok I warned you,
First we make Computers, then we make them Smart, or the Capacity to be smart, and now we are giving them eyes.
My piece of shit Galaxy Android device has two eyes.
What's the deal with American Apparel, I hate to let everyone know but the King doesn't have any clothes on: their crap blows big time. Or am I just looking at it wrong.
they aren't a clothing store, but a porn site made up of hip girls.
http://www.americanapparel.net/gallery/photocollections/models/meg/
Oh Meg, sweet Meg. People are so impressionable.
I bought the website modernbounce.com for some reason last night.
thanks,
Friday, December 10, 2010
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
DirtApt
It was dusk on a Saturday and I swept up the debris and paper in the dinning room floor. The last bit of the Sun was in the top of the window: blue and red. I stopped and looked around the apartment, at all the floor stains and the broken window and torn blinds.
"This place is finally letting me leave," I thought.
I picked up a full garbage bag and started to drag it to the front door. I heard Mr. Harkins lock unlatch in apartment 1.
I watched as his door opened and he was looking down as he shuffled across the threshold. He looked up and smiled.
"I am sure going to miss you, Brad" said Mr. Harkins standing there in his soiled t-shirt, suspenders, old slacks and bare feet. His toe nails were hideous.
"Yeah me too, you have been a great friend, Mr H." I said and smiled.
"How long did you live here again, six or seven years?"
"I would have lived here seven years in July." I responded.
"I am sorry that harlot's boyfriend beat you up, and you were the one who ended up going to jail."
"It's ok. I'm glad it happened. I wasn't tending those plants Mr. H, they were tending me. My life is a thousand times better."
He gave me a look like a father proudly looks at his son.
We stood in 72 North Belvedere's apartment building hallway with the dark hardwood floors and the huge wooden stair case leading to the top apartments.
A siren started and we heard thunder in the distance.
"You ever think about dying Mr Harkins?"
"I think about going to Heaven and eating pork and beans with Saint Peter if that's thinking about dying."
"Yeah, I am sure glad to be alive."
"Me too, Brad."
"You wanna goto Huey's and eat, and then see my new place on Central, Mr Harkins?"
"Oh Lord, Brad," he put his hand on the wall and breathed hard.
It scared me, "what's wrong?"
"This place is finally letting me leave," I thought.
I picked up a full garbage bag and started to drag it to the front door. I heard Mr. Harkins lock unlatch in apartment 1.
I watched as his door opened and he was looking down as he shuffled across the threshold. He looked up and smiled.
"I am sure going to miss you, Brad" said Mr. Harkins standing there in his soiled t-shirt, suspenders, old slacks and bare feet. His toe nails were hideous.
"Yeah me too, you have been a great friend, Mr H." I said and smiled.
"How long did you live here again, six or seven years?"
"I would have lived here seven years in July." I responded.
"I am sorry that harlot's boyfriend beat you up, and you were the one who ended up going to jail."
"It's ok. I'm glad it happened. I wasn't tending those plants Mr. H, they were tending me. My life is a thousand times better."
He gave me a look like a father proudly looks at his son.
We stood in 72 North Belvedere's apartment building hallway with the dark hardwood floors and the huge wooden stair case leading to the top apartments.
A siren started and we heard thunder in the distance.
"You ever think about dying Mr Harkins?"
"I think about going to Heaven and eating pork and beans with Saint Peter if that's thinking about dying."
"Yeah, I am sure glad to be alive."
"Me too, Brad."
"You wanna goto Huey's and eat, and then see my new place on Central, Mr Harkins?"
"Oh Lord, Brad," he put his hand on the wall and breathed hard.
It scared me, "what's wrong?"
Monday, April 26, 2010
laughter
I ate cashews and raisins i threw away earlier in the day from the garbage can. I have to run a mile tonight and my stomach is full and you are so fucked. maybe you shouldn't go, but you are going to go, i have to go. So stomach ach hate. I can do anything with my new tattoo on my neck. yeah that's all right.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
I got an Iphone
I unlocked the door to my apartment and opened the mailbox to see red and green.
Mr Harkins unlocked his door and the door upstairs slammed shut.
I went into a dream.
I got an iphone.
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Mr Harkins unlocked his door and the door upstairs slammed shut.
I went into a dream.
I got an iphone.
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Friday, March 26, 2010
old man harkins and the sorcerer's stone
"I dont believe in the Super bowl, Brad" said Old Man Harkins.
We sat on the front porch on a cool summer evening and listened as the doves cooed and insects buzzed.
The sun was going down over the apartment buildings and we could hear kids playing down the street.
"If I had a DJ name it would be Bingo Belvedere," I said staring where the sun had been.
"What's an eee jay, Brad?" asked Mr. H.
"Nothing."
"This whole world is nothing, Brad," he said with a smile.
He had on old slacks, suspenders, and torn socks. His white t-shirt was soiled.
"Brad, when I was your age I was addicted to amphetamines."
We sat in the plastic green chairs and watched the cars go by.
"Mr. Harkins have you ever been in love?"
"Yes.......yes I have."
I looked over at him, and he looked into the darkening sky.
"I was in love for two months and we had Johnny."
"Oh yeah that's right, well what happened?"
"It was a nightmare, Brad." he said as he looked at his hand.
"Tell me about it."
"I hit her in anger."
"Isn't Johnny in Oak Ridge or Oak something where they have nuclear reactor?"
He looked at his hands and I picked up my diet coke can from besides the chair.
"We were a happy family"
We sat on the front porch on a cool summer evening and listened as the doves cooed and insects buzzed.
The sun was going down over the apartment buildings and we could hear kids playing down the street.
"If I had a DJ name it would be Bingo Belvedere," I said staring where the sun had been.
"What's an eee jay, Brad?" asked Mr. H.
"Nothing."
"This whole world is nothing, Brad," he said with a smile.
He had on old slacks, suspenders, and torn socks. His white t-shirt was soiled.
"Brad, when I was your age I was addicted to amphetamines."
We sat in the plastic green chairs and watched the cars go by.
"Mr. Harkins have you ever been in love?"
"Yes.......yes I have."
I looked over at him, and he looked into the darkening sky.
"I was in love for two months and we had Johnny."
"Oh yeah that's right, well what happened?"
"It was a nightmare, Brad." he said as he looked at his hand.
"Tell me about it."
"I hit her in anger."
"Isn't Johnny in Oak Ridge or Oak something where they have nuclear reactor?"
He looked at his hands and I picked up my diet coke can from besides the chair.
"We were a happy family"
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Crem de la Creamy
"You know my grandmothers name was Lilias."
"Oh you go by Lili, my grandmother did too."
"Hey, Ive never heard anyone else called Lilias besides my grandmother. What a beautiful name."
"lilias is a cool name, is that your boyfriend and you making all that noise?"
"Hey, uh you have a cool name, but you need to keep it down."
"Lilias, right? Hey uh, I don't want to embarrass you, but you keep me up all night."
"Hey Lady, I work for a living, so uh..yeah."
"Hey I don't give a shit what you want to be called, I'm calling you a rude cunt."
"Oh your is name Lilias, is his name Samson? You know from the Bible you obnoxious bitch."
"There is a story in the Bible where a wicked woman could not be quite -having sex all night long. Is that story about you? Her name was Lilias."
We met in the stairwell.
"Did you throw something at the ceiling this morning?"
I looked down.
"Stop listening to me fuck weirdo. Go sleep on your couch if it bothers you."
I was frozen in fear; I could not believe she was confronting me. I have played this moment over in my head 53 times. She just said fuck.
I mumbled.
"What did you say to me?" she said loudly.
I never noticed how intricate the wood trim was around the floor.
"What kind of name is Lilias?" I said.
I heard Old Man Harkins door being unlocked.
"How do you know my name? God you are creepy," she started to walk up the stairs.
"Sam, my boyfriend already doesn't like you staring all the time. You need to watch your back."
"Ok."
Mr. Harkins walked out and yelled, "Harlot," as she slammed her door.
There was a waterfall in my stomach. I want to be away from this place forever.
"She is something else. I heard the way she was talking to you. You did what was right, Brad, by not playing into her little game. Come inside I want to tell you a story about when I was your age."
"Oh you go by Lili, my grandmother did too."
"Hey, Ive never heard anyone else called Lilias besides my grandmother. What a beautiful name."
"lilias is a cool name, is that your boyfriend and you making all that noise?"
"Hey, uh you have a cool name, but you need to keep it down."
"Lilias, right? Hey uh, I don't want to embarrass you, but you keep me up all night."
"Hey Lady, I work for a living, so uh..yeah."
"Hey I don't give a shit what you want to be called, I'm calling you a rude cunt."
"Oh your is name Lilias, is his name Samson? You know from the Bible you obnoxious bitch."
"There is a story in the Bible where a wicked woman could not be quite -having sex all night long. Is that story about you? Her name was Lilias."
We met in the stairwell.
"Did you throw something at the ceiling this morning?"
I looked down.
"Stop listening to me fuck weirdo. Go sleep on your couch if it bothers you."
I was frozen in fear; I could not believe she was confronting me. I have played this moment over in my head 53 times. She just said fuck.
I mumbled.
"What did you say to me?" she said loudly.
I never noticed how intricate the wood trim was around the floor.
"What kind of name is Lilias?" I said.
I heard Old Man Harkins door being unlocked.
"How do you know my name? God you are creepy," she started to walk up the stairs.
"Sam, my boyfriend already doesn't like you staring all the time. You need to watch your back."
"Ok."
Mr. Harkins walked out and yelled, "Harlot," as she slammed her door.
There was a waterfall in my stomach. I want to be away from this place forever.
"She is something else. I heard the way she was talking to you. You did what was right, Brad, by not playing into her little game. Come inside I want to tell you a story about when I was your age."
Saturday, January 30, 2010
OLd Man HaRkiNs and the Explosion in the Night.
I looked at the ceiling where the noise was coming.
I thought I pictured it moving as she moaned. I hallucinated in the dark.
I turned on the lamp next to my bed and picked up a book from my night stand.
I read and the noise stopped.
"Some stud," I thought.
I looked at the ceiling.
I pictured a nuclear explosion lightening up the dark southern sky.
I would unlock the front door to my apartment with Old Man Harkins waiting with his pistol and me with 20 gauge shotgun in hand.
Him and Her would run down the stairs naked ready to die out in the field and the muck and the mud.
She will be crying and I will calm her down. He will be complaining about not having clothes, and I will hit him in the head with the butt of the shotgun. He will nakedly slide down the wall of the hallway in our apartment building.
She will scream as he head gushes blood and old Man Harkins will rightfully scream,
"Shut up stupid whore. He wouldn't have gotten hit if you werent fucking so much."
He acts as though he is going to hit her but waits for my approval. I shake my head no.
"Where are your goddamn clothes?" he asks.
She mutters something unitelligeable and I cup her breast and tell her it's going to be alright.
"It's going to be all right," I say.
She looks up at me like she has seen me for the first time ever.
Old man Harkins screams something unprintable as we hear the final explosion.
I layed in bed and pictured myself eating old Man Harkins and the lady from Apartment 2B to survive the nuclear holocaust.
I smiled as I heard her scream and the floor started to shake again.
I thought I pictured it moving as she moaned. I hallucinated in the dark.
I turned on the lamp next to my bed and picked up a book from my night stand.
I read and the noise stopped.
"Some stud," I thought.
I looked at the ceiling.
I pictured a nuclear explosion lightening up the dark southern sky.
I would unlock the front door to my apartment with Old Man Harkins waiting with his pistol and me with 20 gauge shotgun in hand.
Him and Her would run down the stairs naked ready to die out in the field and the muck and the mud.
She will be crying and I will calm her down. He will be complaining about not having clothes, and I will hit him in the head with the butt of the shotgun. He will nakedly slide down the wall of the hallway in our apartment building.
She will scream as he head gushes blood and old Man Harkins will rightfully scream,
"Shut up stupid whore. He wouldn't have gotten hit if you werent fucking so much."
He acts as though he is going to hit her but waits for my approval. I shake my head no.
"Where are your goddamn clothes?" he asks.
She mutters something unitelligeable and I cup her breast and tell her it's going to be alright.
"It's going to be all right," I say.
She looks up at me like she has seen me for the first time ever.
Old man Harkins screams something unprintable as we hear the final explosion.
I layed in bed and pictured myself eating old Man Harkins and the lady from Apartment 2B to survive the nuclear holocaust.
I smiled as I heard her scream and the floor started to shake again.
The neighbor
I heard her having sex most of the night and felt lonely and alone.
It was a Saturday, and i unlocked the front door with a cup of coffee in my hand.
Old man Harkins was pulling a garbage bag out his front door.
"Let me get that for you."
"I got it,' he responded.
I laughed, "Just this once let me help you."
"Ok, I really do appreciate it," he sounded tired and aged.
I went back into my apartment and sat my cup down on the coffee table and returned. I picked up the bag and Old Man Harkins, held open the solid Oak door to the apartment building.
We went down the walkway leading out to the street.
"You are such a good neighbor, always quit and helpful. You know that harlot upstairs kept me up all night. Sounded like she was rearranging the furniture."
He stopped and I stopped, he leaned backwards and held his back and I laughed.
"That whore can fuck," he said looking up to the second story window.
"Mr. Harkins, I'm sorry we made so much noise. I will keep it down next time."
I picked up the garbage and continued to walk to the street.
It was a Saturday, and i unlocked the front door with a cup of coffee in my hand.
Old man Harkins was pulling a garbage bag out his front door.
"Let me get that for you."
"I got it,' he responded.
I laughed, "Just this once let me help you."
"Ok, I really do appreciate it," he sounded tired and aged.
I went back into my apartment and sat my cup down on the coffee table and returned. I picked up the bag and Old Man Harkins, held open the solid Oak door to the apartment building.
We went down the walkway leading out to the street.
"You are such a good neighbor, always quit and helpful. You know that harlot upstairs kept me up all night. Sounded like she was rearranging the furniture."
He stopped and I stopped, he leaned backwards and held his back and I laughed.
"That whore can fuck," he said looking up to the second story window.
"Mr. Harkins, I'm sorry we made so much noise. I will keep it down next time."
I picked up the garbage and continued to walk to the street.
Friday, January 29, 2010
cheese sticks frozen pizza and lucky charms
I'm sitting on the encrusted green couch with the screensaver from Debian popping up blue and white squares on my flat screen tv. The lamp is on, and i'm listening to R.Kelly talk about God and fucking. Life is good and there is 3 inches of ice on the ground and I can hear the fears of the simple people. I'm simple. I walked to the piggly wiggly and bought a block of cheese, three eggs, and fresh milk from old man Harkins new milking cow. The state paved the dredge ditch road leading up to his place and me and ma take the buggy up there every Saturday. Am I really going to die? Everyone was in a good mood in the grocery store and I can assume it's because something has changed. Even though the clerk and employees have to get home along with the customers people just like their normal world being turned upside down by the weather. A gift from God.
Sarah got into the Trotter's garden through the back pasture last month and old Mrs. Trotter had a nervous breakdown when she saw what that pig did to her flowers and turnips. That no good son of hers, Randy, said she laid eyes on that pigs just a snorting and a going and then her gaze just went off into yonder. She fell backwards and started shaking and Randy shoved a handful of dirt and a cucumber in her mouth so she wouldn't swallow her tongue. Momma said God didn't give us a tongue so we could swallow em.
Sarah got into the Trotter's garden through the back pasture last month and old Mrs. Trotter had a nervous breakdown when she saw what that pig did to her flowers and turnips. That no good son of hers, Randy, said she laid eyes on that pigs just a snorting and a going and then her gaze just went off into yonder. She fell backwards and started shaking and Randy shoved a handful of dirt and a cucumber in her mouth so she wouldn't swallow her tongue. Momma said God didn't give us a tongue so we could swallow em.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
my desktop
BTW, A great band for Bluegrass Music in Memphis Tennessee is Cypress Creek Bluegrass Band.
Check out their website for a booking. CCBB
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