Pornstars always look so happy when they’re fucking. They look so happy that it makes me happy too. And I know that people don’t think much of pornstars. And it’s too bad that they’re all sex addicts. But I just can’t feel bad for someone who can find that much joy in anything. I don’tContinue reading “Happy”


There was an ugly little couch with a flowery-print sitting on the side of the road earlier. I saw it on my way to the grocery store. It was so ugly and sad, with its flowery print worn away from all of the sweaty backs that had rubbed against it, and with its cushions depressed downContinue reading “Couch”


Writing… Sometimes it’s hard, And you have to force it out, Like a stream of piss in the morning, After a night of Sex. But sometimes it’s easy, And it happens on accident, Like a wet fart in the morning, After a night of Diarrhea. Then sometimes it just happens, And it’s not too hardContinue reading “Similes”

Routine Lunch

That’s all that it said, On the blank page Of the notebook That I keep next to My bed: “Routine Lunch.” That’s all that it said, On the paper I use To write down the Drunk thoughts that I have. “Routine Lunch.” I say in my head, Over and Over and Over again. “Routine Lunch.”Continue reading “Routine Lunch”