Friday, June 27, 2008

When In Doubt - Gary Numan

I trapped a ghost with plastic wrap - Timothy Hogan


We're in the building where they make us grow
And I'm frightened by the liquid engineers
Like you

My Mallory heart is sure to fail
I could crawl around the floor just like I'm real
Like you

The sound of metal I want to be you
I could learn to be a man
Like you

Plug me in and turn me on
Oh everything is moving

I need my treatment it's tomorrow they send me
Singing "I am an American"
Do you?

Picture this if they could make the change
I'd love to pull the wires from the wall
Did you?

And who are you and how can I try?
Here inside I like metal
On you

All I know is no one dies
I'm still confusing love with need

Thursday, June 19, 2008

One Hand, One Heart, NO CAST!

WEST SIDE STORY- One Hand, One Heart

Seven weeks in a cast turns your body into a Mummy's.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Once Upon A Few Seconds Ago

Across the park - past the brightly painted swings and slide that stood in gravel pits, just beyond the throw of the streetlight - the trees suddenly crowded into a dense shadow.


For a second he saw a shape - large dark and alive - framed by trees, black against blacker still.


He felt his heart quicken, nothing that big lives here this close to the city.


The shadow in the shadows moved again. He felt or saw it turning towards him.


He caught a whiff of stagnant water, rotting leaves, the sick sweet of fermenting fruit.


A spot, a tiny spot. Now two. Like red pin-pricks of light - side by side, they seemed to train on him. Like eyes - a pair of red eyes that began to stare and...


His breath caught in his chest. He feared the dark, the tiny red lights - the eyes. Perhaps it would not see him if he didn't breathe or move or...


It closed the distance between them in a blur. A smokey streak of midnight carelessly swinging the swings as it passed. Faster than an animal should run or even...


He exhaled a scream.

Saturday, June 07, 2008


40 of the last 100 hits on the epistle have been this Felix The Cat post from year one. Why? I dunno.

 I added the song now.


Felix the cat
The wonderful, wonderful cat
Whenever he gets in a fix
He reaches into his bag of tricks

Felix the cat
The wonderful, wonderful cat
You'll laugh so much your sides will ache
Your heart will go pit-a-pat
Watching Felix the wonderful cat

Sunday, June 01, 2008



(10K Buddhas)

Since January of 2007, the epistle has received over ten thousand hits. Admittedly, most are anonymous bounces generated by search engines and tag lines. 10,000 contacts but no touching.

Speaking on behalf of all Exhibitionists, it's a cool time to be alive.

In the last 100 hits on the epistle there were contacts from six of the seven continents. I can't seem to break into the Antarctic Scientists scene.

In the last 100 hits, people from 22 countries stopped by. Some of them will return daily/weekly/monthly. Some will never come again.

Whether this is "farewell" or "see ya later" it has been a pleasure having you.