Too Late to Fixate
Gossamer Thin
Overdue
Afterthought
Next of Kin
Napalm
Mamah Borthwick (A Sketch)
Till St. Dymphna Kicks Us Out
Barbary Coast (Later)
Tachycardia
Empty Hotel by the Sea
Anytime Soon
Counting Sheep
Rain Follows the Plow
You All Loved Him Once
A Little Uncanny
Salutations
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drowning in his tears
Don’t pee in the pool!
I used to clean swimming pools before I became homeless. I gambled away my entire life savings ($ 375) in Vegas and then I just gave up. My probation officer told me they’re hiring janitors at Celine Dion’s casino, so there might be a upside to all this after all.
Same here
When I was cleaning swimming pools in L.A. I accidentally dropped to much chlorine in the pool so the acidity level became significantly dangerous. Smoked a split and forgot to adjust the PH levels with chemical and the entire Darby clan on Beverly Dr. was poisoned and died in the pool that afternoon (for the exception of Mr. Darby Attorney L.T.D.) who found his four lovely children and wife floating belly down in the pool. I lost that gig and wandered the streets of Beverly Hills without living quarters, food, or pot. I began to find swimming pools to sleep in at night, the water surrounding me like a cold wet blanket.
Love your style of writing though
a turd floating in a vast ocean
So I’m assuming the cover is a metaphor for Conor Oberst’s career?
even pitchfork has quit on him
Oh yeah…this is me and my style of swimming, guys. I’m probably the slowest swimmer in the world.
WHY? called and want their Oaklandazulasylum cover back.
Brian Jones called and wanted his forensic death scene photo back.