The world according to...

"Any Christian who is not a hero is a pig."
-- Leon Bloy


I read A Prayer for Owen Meany again today, something that just seems to happen every now and then.

It always feels like it's pulling my thoughts apart, conclusion by conclusion. I just can't win against myself when I'm reading that book.


LOSING THE SIGHT

In the blue-gray hour just before sunrise,
I am standing here beneath a lamppost
with an umbrella and a gray trenchcoat,
wishing I had some sort of cigarette.

god dammit, man, it's only
a fucking
lamppost.

Go to bed.