I open this page and think of a couple words to start with, then I type without stopping till I have a paragraph.Then I press publish. No pausing. No editing. (I fix up the spelling and the odd bit of punctuation to make it more in line with what my brain was thinking and my fingers were trying to type, but I don't add or remove any words) ........... Find LITTLE VISIONS VOL 1 in audiobook and zine format at https://bridesofchrist.bandcamp.com/album/little-visions-vol-1-audiobook
Friday, May 1, 2015
MOUNTAINS OF TRASH IN THE DISTANCE
Mountains of trash in the distance. Sweet, beautiful trash. Orange peels, apple cores, packages that used to hold toothbrushes and tampons and those Japanese sticks covered in chocolate. All that booty just waiting to be looted, rifled through, POSSESSED. But I have no wheels and those piles are just a misty mirage in the distance. I let me eyes cross and try to will some of the garbage to float through the air and toward me. I feel like it's kind of working, but I don't get no garbage.
No comments:
Post a Comment