Tongue like a lobster claw
Your mind is in my pinchers
And I’m pinching harder than your sister’s nipple twisters
So I duck below
The barracks of my cerebral cortex
I did a Hump Day (interview) with Eman. Check it out a www.yobeat.com
A Dope Hump Day with E-Man Anderson
The 30 Harshest Philosopher-on-Philosopher Insults in History -
Søren Kierkegaard on H.L. Martensen:
“My opponent is a glob of snot.”
This is hilarious.
I wandered away with the daily newspaper under my arm like some sort of New York executive, except I was in my grimy, low-income apartment wearing one of those tuxedo t-shirts and faded black briefs with a hole in the gooch. Regardless, I felt collected, more collected than usual; my heart no longer felt like it was being fed through an acid coated meat grinder—It wont be long until I loose memory of her: the women I spent the last 26 years of my life with; the woman I went to prom with; The woman I skinny dipped at my parents lake with; the woman I lost my virginity to after skinny dipping with; the woman I once had child-like affection with; the woman I had a still born child with; the woman I ran my first, and only, half marathon with; the woman I did mushrooms and watched The Lion King on Broadway with; the woman I watched the sun rise in kayaks on the ocean with; the woman I sat on an iceberg eating iceberg lettuce with; the woman I stole a New York street sign with; the women that resembled hope. The woman that said she would always love me. The woman that I told I would always love. I’m finally forgetting about her.
Huckleberry’s is an all night diner located in Government Camp. Late at night it feels like the perfect location to film a horror movie: quite, still, and oh so eerie.
I’m spending most of my summer in Government Camp—no I have not joined the army—Government Camp is an unincorporated community south of Mount Hood, with a population of 193 people. It’s a calm place, for the most part; hosting a couple local bars, an ice cream shop, a couple ski shops, a couple cafés, and an all night dinner; there is no police station or fire station and, when not filled with snowboarders, it’s probably an egoless place…All the basic amenities for a surreal feeling community are met. I’m excited to be spending a summer here: to be a constant in such a transient ski and snowboard community.
When I dip you dip we dip
Converse with God.