Reading a book called Damn Good Advice by some big city advertising guru with the most grandiose balls imaginable. (Ahem, George Lois). I admit that I grabbed the book off the shelf thinking I can't wait to secretly give his arrogance the finger when I find holes in his "damn good advice". !#%! I HATE … Continue reading As A Matter of Tact
So casually you dropped anchor (as if I wouldn't notice) For you can escape in the ease of my laughter, But I...well, I have nowhere to go And you...well, you're painfully slow. I told you of my altitude anxiety As you turned away your good ear. Upon return to the ground, I couldn't stop to … Continue reading Altitude Anxiety
The great escape from mediocrity proves itself quite pricey. Sincerely, ignorance is bliss. Or is ignorance blissfully sincere? A wave of enlightenment crashes over me with the consistency of a judge, the cadence of a metronome. And those lacking this experience stand just outside my realm of understanding. Like those people who live on cul-de-sacs. … Continue reading Snubbing the Standard
Loss and sorrow should not be so damn familiar. The birth of ecstasy prompts this twisted boomerang penchant for pain. And I know what is good for me. You are. Give me time to explain.