August 2009
5 posts
Fred Lester: day 1
The amount of time he didn’t have was nothing compared to the amount of time he did have since Fred Lester was going to live forever- not by choice, for the chain-smoking gambler could die at any moment, but because he had to. Fred Lester was the dynamic of human existence; a flare to the earth’s jacket which twinkled and showed itself to every star and sun. Nothing could, and nothing would...
“Oh noose tied myself in, tied myself too tight
Looking kind of anxious in your...”
Table-side
Next thing I know I’m sitting in a Diner, Loretta’s Homemade. The salt shakers are just about empty and the drinks always come with under five ice cubes, but Olivia’s stalking teeth are enough to quench my cold thirst. The menu reads like a reference book; the life, and consumption rate of every available option from Loretta’s apple pie to Martin’s flapjack quesadilla and the house salad’s famous...
Traffic tunnels…panoramic vortexes.