I posted this on ello and it got a lot of love, so why not show it off here too?
80mph winds rocked my fair city from east to west on an otherwise sunny afternoon. Devastating.
The view from behind the windshield of my car was limited but representative of the awesome spectacle.
I’m a nervous traveler.
Hello, Book Bag and Coffee Cup. Good morning, Purple Scarf and BlackBerry.
You are correct: I’m a selfish asshole, but that isn’t why I’m sitting in a seat on the bus with my bag next to me as I was holding it for my imaginary friend.
I’m sitting like a jackass because Iowa City Transit hasn’t consulted a ruler or some other magical measuring device to know they have reduced the seat space too far and now accommodate fewer passengers on the goddamned bus. Brilliant move, dicks.
So if you want to sit next to me, North Face and Scrubs, you can sure as shit try, but don’t look all indignant when you sit halfway in the aisle because I’m taking too much room. Take it up with the Bus People, and good-day.
I SAID GOOD-DAY.
As the radioman says it is 5 a.m. and the sun has charred the other side of the world and come back to us,
And painted the smoke over our heads an imperial violet
I have several things to be delighted about and excited about for 2014, but one in particular I scribbled down in my notebook because it didn’t exist anywhere else except my brain, and that’s a terrible place for things to live indefinitely.