

delta snowThey're calling for snow tonight. All the old-timers are falling for it, too. Hook, line, and fuckin' sinker. Hasn't been long enough since the last time it snowed. Oh, it was a while ago. Since the last real snow. Cold enough for long enough to stick and accumulate.delta snow
It snowed every other January weekend in Oxford. It almost always stuck. Didn't build much. Didn't stay more than a day or two. No big deal. I didn't really care other than visual stimulation. Why would I care? I never fuckin' left the apartment. No reason to leave. Class. Work. Home. One friend in town. I had a thing for a girl I barely knew and who knew even less


albatrossEverywhere else, the sky is irrelevant. I take no notice anywhere else. Here it's distracting. It's imposing. It rides your shoulders like an external conscience. An angel-devil combo that offers no advice--good or bad. It's dead weight. You'd shove it back up into place if you were stronger. But you're not. One heft upward buying time for a deep breath and a glimpse of clarity. But you aren't stronger. Your knees buckle and thighs burn. Knuckles go white. Reason subsides to a unified thought. Get it off. Your heels sink into the dirt. Get it off. A flush of heat up your neck climbs your face grips your skull Get it off But you aren't strongealbatross


I don't wanna die aloneIt's a murderous moon tonight. The crop is out and nothing's pressing in the morning. I'm a big boy with no strings all of a sudden. Got nobody to answer to but myself and whoever catches me. They'll have to hustle to do it, too.I don't wanna die alone
Time to lose the hostility. Leave work at work. Home at home. And me just a little worse for the wear. I'm gonna sit right here until my sweat's stout as this drink. The only problem is picking which one of you to take home once I start seeing double.
A hand to steady myself and the stool as I slide off. Then, from the feet up, everything remembers what it's for. I lift my head to find you i


50 percent alcohol by volumeI'll present you 100 proofs of the human condition. The ground will crack beneath the weight of our needs and dreams yet we expect to withstand the pressure. We won't. We will all fail this task. Some more spectacularly than others; some more tragically. Every step yields a scar. Every misstep yields mama's broken back.50 percent alcohol by volume
Fortunately the box office doesn't care which route got you to the show. They just want your $10 for admission ($6 if you're a crying baby), your ass in a seat (with no personal belongings in the aisle), and your mouth shut (until it's time for the good word to slither into open ears). It's a touching narrative fr
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