the last car at the circus is always clowns. this is because no one wants to be downwind of them. their mouths smell like whiskey and hate.
this is a very troubled website and i manage at very late hours to keep it up. mostly i sleep quite a bit and fake my way through life. i don't want a blog because my life, like everyone else's, is terribly boring and predictable. the only thing worse for me than listening to someone else talk in painful detail about their life is the possibility of spending an hour everyday talking about my own and one day realizing that i could have spent that time learning to play the piano.
the coffee brothel is prose. i'm not a big believer in coffee. maybe when i was very young and had never watched the news. i have now learned that there is no release from fatigue. i am tired and i am faithless. when i think of coffee my insides twist and my feet can't find their way home. if yours can, spiffy. groovy. fabulous. maybe you should switch to herbal tea, because you're not a coffee person by nature, and coffee is something a person just has to be born into to understand.
the mercy killings is my new serial. i incorporated my old serial into another piece, which is for the best, because i hadn't updated it in well over a year. it is grossly insensitive and you should be ashamed of yourself for reading it. but maybe you're into shame- coffee thrives on shame. if you can relate to this serial, feel free to notify your coffee barrista and probably your local police department. i made it up, folks. there is no ingrid, there is no mercy.
come to the circus. see the show. never look behind the curtain, try to ignore the starving ponies.
the first ticket is always free
the coffee brothel
the mercy killings
