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I feel sickly as I stare up into the heavens. The thermometer ticks off the extent of my fever as I search for all of the hallmarks of my evening sky. Betelgeuse, AG-154…and, oh look — there’s the Little Dipper. I look at the temperature and the mercury says I’m running three degrees too hot.

Posted By masshystereo On 09.21.2009 @ 11:44 am

I love cigarettes so much. I think of their caustic and acrid aroma that darkens my lungs and brightens my days. Their carcinogens fill my heart with such joy and lesions upon the valves that I can’t imagine a day without them — other than the two years I’ve already suffered without them.

Posted By masshystereo On 09.01.2009 @ 5:50 pm

I love to write in bars. Something about the languid trails of smoke tempting me with their carcinogenic goodness helps fuel my drive to keep writing. Something about seeking out the latest word or turn of phrase while struggling with addiction drives me to new heights. While I plumb the depths of my own cravings.

Posted By masshystereo On 08.23.2009 @ 6:30 pm

Stay on course. Stay on target. You know you can do this. Manic energy will not help you keep it steady. You’ve got to have nerves of steel to do this with the clock running down. Needle threaded. Bobby will have the button on his pants in two more minutes. What is a Mom to do next?

Posted By masshystereo On 08.16.2009 @ 11:16 pm

How much further can I go on treading in the kiddie pool of life. Shallow friends, shallow family, shallow job, shallow home. Perhaps there is way out of this but the only way is to go off the deep end. But do they have lifeguards out there?

Posted By masshystereo On 07.29.2009 @ 1:39 pm

You always look up at me with those weepy eyes when I make you eat mushed beets. I know they’re not your favorite but you’ve got to eat them if you want to be healthy. If there was someway else to do this, I would. Now honey, will you please take the trash out before you head upstairs to get some work done?

Posted By masshystereo On 07.28.2009 @ 9:16 am

Soil pours into my mouth. I can’t believe how much there is. It seems like I can dig forever and still find more and more and more. My hands are chapped and raw. My mouth is filling up. I’m gonna drown. Wait. Wait. My hand breaks through to the surface of the world – Salvation.

Posted By masshystereo On 07.26.2009 @ 11:10 pm