Thursday, August 24, 2006
Jump On The TrainWreck
And surf through this drowned city like Kurt Russell. Hit the Default friend setting, process it in Group, whisper it to you Grief Counselor, your Addiction Counselor, cry it to your Family Planner. It's all for you, Damien, this ragged tapestry, these ministrations of un-cool. There is no liscence at the DMV to have a kid, there's no good reason not to go to bed hungry. You grow your grief into whatever shape is sustainable for you, nurture and care for it like a little baby. It is the pressure which blooms from it, it is the restraint that you practice which blows it wide open. Full bore. Frayed edge. Brain the most recognizable metaphor, breathe up a script, commence filming with your eyeballs. It's just another way to shuffle through this rusted train town.