david foster wallace – mattress dungeon

american sadness pt i

city girl goes to the public libraryto scribble down a few linesshelves of books a shelter & i’m–i’m so scared. see i read a lotof contemporary american lit& they say it betterbut i’m nothing if not free & braveenough to fuck it up i never cared much before; i turnedup my nose & on myContinue reading “american sadness pt i”

filament

there is a kind of nameless bliss descending in these quiet moments so what if it comes with pain we’ve never been strangers to each other it’s proof in its own way that the universe doesn’t owe me sense or coincidence and it’s even lovelier watching things fade this is a sunset on a shoppingContinue reading “filament”

(el nino de miel con tomas)

similarity can have edges & while fiction is delicious possibility deep down we all know the Truth that one guy with the bandana mentioned it once or twice and he died trying so easy to blame the ghosts if you can’t beat ’em, join ’em we all complain about cell phone cameras & photoshop likeContinue reading “(el nino de miel con tomas)”