March 2012
23 posts
Anonymous asked: where are you from....what do you sound like...
behold, He cometh with the clouds, and every eye shall see Him, all of those who pierced him; and all the tribes of the earth will wail because of Him. even so, amen. she was standing there on top of a chair in the cafeteria, trying to get service on her cell phone. holding it up, lookin’ like the damn statue of liberty. and so she stood there and so the first shot was fired. she let Him...
February 2012
40 posts
i’m filthy
growing up my father would not let us watch the cosby show he would turn the television off whenever it was on growing up my father would sometimes call me lucy that was the name of our dog
this is my best friend i’ve never spoken to him. the image on the left was taken this year from a video recording of a wrestling match, the image on the right was taken from a five year-old junior high yearbook. i had lunch with this young man on a field trip. i had lunch with him at this famous deli. at a table right next to a photograph of the owner with bill clinton, and another one of...
v-e-r-o-n-i-c-a asked: i think that by far your blog is my absolute favorite. your writing and the images you post are so unbelievably moving and beautiful.
she told me on friday that i reminded her of her husband. i had a dream that night she was dying of pancreatic cancer. i lost my virginity after school the next day to a married, pregnant woman. i didn’t tell her about my dream.
he put his hand on my shoulder and said “do you want me to skip you? you look scared.” i said “no, it’s okay” and i smiled.
comedy routine: so listen when i was 9 or 10 years old i met this kid at summer camp named jackson michaels no i’m kidding i haven’t met anyone named jackson michaels yet. a joke about how illegal mexican immigrants shouldn’t be saying the pledge of allegiance, they should be spraying lemon pledge on my wooden floor. michael jacks on michael jacks off gary coleman killed himself....
we saw “toy story 3.” my brother cried at the scene where the toys were going into that fire pit. i think my mom and my sister cried too. maybe my dad got choked up. i think i read something about dropping an atomic bomb on japanese children. or something like that. i think i read something about, like, iraqi torture in a magazine once. or i saw a picture. crying when a cartoon of a...
i only like warm water on my skin and cold water for drinking, i hate when it’s the other way around but it’s sinful to complain. i remember learning to blow bubbles, i remember learning to blow smoke a little later on. there’s a part of me that’s excited. occasionally i’ll be able to pop open my gums and they’ll bleed and i’ll be really happy. it tastes...
there’s a math teacher at my school named mr. bonn. this kid called mr. bonn by his first name, he was walking past him in the hallway and he said “hey dennis.” mr. bonn said “hey come over here,” he leaned in close to the kid and he told him if they weren’t on school grounds he’d break both his legs and he wouldn’t be able to walk again. the only...
mothersbreast:
“he’s gone.” yelling between a car door and twenty feet of a parking lot. “what?” and at that point i wonder if we cared more that we had to drive an hour to that hospital, or if we cared that he had just died after it being inevitable for the past week. “he died.” when really everyone knew it was inevitable the second he was born.
spacepopstar asked: you're so talented
Anonymous asked: you're such a genius; it makes my heart ache
Anonymous asked: why don't you go online more often?
Anonymous asked: what is your name?
driving up the causeway, we’re behind a shiny car. in the passenger seat, my sister is driving, i’m staring at the ichthys bumper sticker on the back of this shiny car. i’m thinking about why a fish would be a symbol for christianity. i’m thinking about how a fish in water represents the mystery of jesus christ’s virginal birth. i’m thinking about how a fish...
Anonymous asked: yeah you have even weirder thoughts than I do. that's cool though
Anonymous asked: you seem like the love child of eric & dylan or something? you gonna shoot up your school too?
Anonymous asked: i wanted to say your words come with this sort of weighty honesty. it's nothing like burden, but a heavy comfort i think i could fall asleep. the image of a lead xray apron comes to mind. i may be floating, it's not made out to be what they think. i'm the skim rising to the top of the surface, i'm going down the drain. i'm none of it. i'm still alex. i don't...
Anonymous asked: you are so beautiful. i wish you would publish everything you've ever written in a small hardcover book and i would read little parts from it everyday.
they say your life flashes before your eyes when you’re dying. today i was sitting alone and i saw my father and my grandfather smoking cigarettes on the other side of the room, they were both staring at me. i had a dream two nights ago that my mother was giving me a bubble bath and she was singing to me. maybe i’m dying, maybe i’m becoming an adult. i don’t know yet.
my mother’s tears are simply not enough to put out the flames on this cross. the last thing i saw before i died was water. there’s something funny about that. water on the cheek of the woman who birthed me. there’s just something funny about that don’t you think.
