Month: November 2012

I got sick and the origin was my gut.

My gastrointestinal track hosted an army of bacteria left behind after years of unsanitary human interaction.

The constant inhalation of mendacity and bullshit finally shut down my detoxification mechanisms allowing the microorganisms to prefect their blueprints and break ground.

Colonization was only natural; they bypassed my immunity battalion completely and went straight for my brain, shutting down all key functions resulting in aphasia.

Maybe the loss of speech is a benediction for my soul  finally to move forward and limit contact with my fellow man and conquer far-away lands.

Sipping whiskey, penning postcards that never meet the back side of a stamp.

pawn off the silver  immediately.

we have spent too much time

together in the goldmines

to know better than to

fall for that juvenile

bull-shit, jabber.

We do have a

kingdom to

tend to.

Striving toward a Ph.D in your anatomy is enough to keep me sane

until the seventh of March when you finally touch down

we shall dine finely filling our bellies with egg-whites and home-fries

in the corner of the local, grimy diner

you know the one you hate so much

yet we always find ourselves there  sharing a toast over burnt coffee

spiked with my native Auld Stag

courtesy of the flask buried in the privacy of my bag.