Tag Archive | mpls
4/19/16
Suit strutting, frazzled white-haired, brandy sipping at social events but still trying to coyly fuck barely legal girls in the bathroom when no-one else is looking. What a future. That guy has lived the life of a rockstar, to some, but the ever-long bachelors strike me as the loneliest and saddest of them all. Here’s […]
4/24/16
Icon is a bizarre word. The idealization of taking someone’s likeliness that’s never particularly been comfortable being typecast. The one’s whom were never quite on par with the mold get appreciated for such, after their molds have been broken. They become the trend. They become the focus. They become the message. The notorious become the […]
4/27/16
You’re already 2. Wow. How does time pass so fast? Thought your Mom and I’d reconcile things by now. She’s doing the right thing for you, though, as much as it pains me to say. She loves you, so much. You changed her life, you know? You gave her purpose, kept her focused and motivated […]
4/12/16
Of course You know Another night No sleep Sharing bar-close kisses with strangers Post-lust-call Drug-driven hang-outs Snorting powders until daylight Swore, before you came along it was the last time. Swear, I was fine. Found what I’d wanted. Somehow made it mine. Too bad it takes two or more for our relationship, And it only […]
4/7/16
Mike the metal-head keeps making his way to the mensroom. Multiple trips after most pits. Maybe Mike made a mistake. Mike appears to be a militia-master, but when he removed his mic and shirt, more than metal made an appearance-alright. What a sight. Mike had wings tattooed above his ass! Mentally, Mike was always ready […]
4/24/16
Just want that tender touch That caress of a woman’s soft and dainty hands Want to see her painted nails colorize the creases on my skin. Give life to my dead flesh. Warm and alive on the outside, from your embrace. Still cold, calloused and numb inside. Walled up and guarded until I’m convinced this […]
4/7/16
The fall-back. The ‘ol ink stroke on dead tree parts. At least someone is making use of deforestation. Better that they don’t go barren, blank and completely wasted. My generation is full of writers that seem to have lost that physical touch. They would rather utilize the digital format because “it saves time” and eases […]
4/16/16
How is it possible that so many of you previous date-night partners are nurses? It’s like you’re having some secret meeting. All the lesbians stemming from the healthcare field, just conjuring at some underground layer directly between HCMC and St. Joes at Fairview Riverside. You’ve all met, and you’re all in agreeance: I’m sick! I […]
11/16/16
Watching her polish those apples, forearms bulging. Is it obvious to the world? To anyone else at this far-too-posh farmers market? How everything, every-where in this room just looks like pure sex? Fuck. I can’t help it. Fuck. I haven’t in months. There might be cobwebs if my organs weren’t still pumping full-fledged hormones in […]
4/27/16
Learning the specials of the hipster, local dive-bar so well I could repeat them to you. Not that I ever order them unless they’re cheaper than my regular Whiskey Sour. Still frugal as fuck. Always broke as shit. Probably because I feed off seedy little joints like this one for inspiration, and they won’t let […]
Long Legs in the Twin Cities 