ME AND THIS MACHINE THOM YOUNG

on the corner

2012-01-28T21:19:00.000-08:00

the shadows seem to run sideways see where they run nobody knows but think there's more to the story than this the mansion is just above inside your pain that's there too the thing that bothers me most is that plastic wrap how it sticks on your face and in your heart mostly where it hurts the outlaws live beside the curb there on lower greenville..excellent neighborhood? plenty nice and then the sausage on a stick you mean they deep fry that yeah the take a whole stick of butter then dip it in a cornmeal batter and drop in a vat of grease that sounds disgusting it is you guys would be ok with meeting at 6:45 sure i've got nothing else to do besides hang myself or slit my wrists great i'll give you a call later ok then can you bring in Ollie you know how upset she gets when it's cold outside i left a little left over lasagna in the fridge take it out and smear it on your face we'll be home about seven you and julie have fun make sure to clean her good and don't blow her up too much the latex can pop wash out her fake vagina too great the boys should be home about nine and they'll have their guns so make sure and shoot them in the head don't wait up for us, we've got a lot on the agenda in the morning for one we have death after that it's church cake walk make sure to counterclockwise that way you always win lose the best thing about pastor ray is his love of central banking notice how he put up ben bernake on the jumbo tron during the candlelight service? the wars are going terrific i'm not sure how many drugs have been brought in but do know that the floating fortress was sent just yesterday so that the zionists can blow it up like they did gulf of tonkin besides who doesn't love a global conflict over oil blood money just put the microwavable spread on and nuke those fucks then you will apply the lotion in the affected areas and transmit more shit out there for the romney loving zombies hurray for democracy two wolves in sheeps' clothing asking what's for DINNER?

suck it to the bone

2012-01-28T11:55:00.000-08:00

the other day
i was eating chicken wings
the sauce dripped
down my chin
soul
the bones were put in a paper bowl
i noticed some dried
cheese
on my coffee table
how long have you been there?
i don't know

then i took another wing
ate it
and
stared off into
hell

typical thursday

2012-01-26T16:09:00.000-08:00

how was your day?

you know.

the same?

yes.

the shit taste good?

no.

how about getting your ass kicked?

yes.

yes ..what?

you know?

no..i don't

i got my ass kicked

ok

what about tomorrow?

it's coming

CORPORATE WHORE

2012-01-25T16:23:00.000-08:00

http://www.cafepress.com/zombietx

made these for something fun but figured why not..sell..book is selling good too

new cover

2012-01-21T08:16:00.000-08:00

I thought this was a kind of cool cover for my book The Neighborhood, I dropped the price from 1.99 to .99 cents on Amazon Kindle, search Thom Young, you'll see it. It's quite uncouth, you'll get this picture when you read it. I mean understand it, and you'll also get the picture. (punk rock)

The Proposition

2012-01-19T08:05:00.000-08:00

She pulled up in a Bentley. Hank Wilson was sitting on the porch, outside the Lucky Spot. He had just come from work. Teaching public school. "Excuse me sir?" The voice came from a small waif blonde. "Yes." "How are you tonight?" "Fine." Hank couldn't believe his luck. "My name is Sarah. I'm a rep for an oil company." Hank put his cigarette down. "I see." "We're Midland Oil. Do speculative work. I just closed a deal today." Hank didn't care. Just wanted in her pants. "Interesting. Never heard of your company." "We're big in West Texas." Hank noticed her shirt unbuttoned. Her left tit almost out. "Would you be interested in working for me? I mean the company." The blonde slid a little closer. Hank didn't move. "I don't know. I'm about to retire." "From what?" "Teaching. Eleven years." Sarah put her hand on Hank's knee. "They say those that can't. Instruct others." "I suppose you're right." "What I do is find oil plains. Sometimes I hit. Sometimes not. Got thirty roughnecks under my belt." "That sounds good." "Would you like to join them?" "I'm not much on hard labor." "You could work for me. Office stuff. Easy money." Hank lit another cigarette. "Sounds ideal." "Let me give you my card. All I need from you is two hundred. That will get us going." "Two hundred? You're kidding?" "No. Just yesterday, I found a shale field in Canton." Hank thought it sounded too good. "Alright." Hank reached into his pocket. "Here's the money." Sarah tried to grab it. "Hold on bitch. I got a deal." Sarah didn't like propositions. "A deal?" "Yes. Come back to my place. You get the two hundred." Sarah laughed. "Alright." "What?"

Sarah got in her car. "This is it." Hank led her up a few stairs. "Make your ass at home." "Listen. I really should get going." "Easy honey. Remember my deal?" "Yes. I followed you here." The slap was hard. He front teeth came out. He had her. The top went first. Then the skirt.

It was soon over. Hank wiped up the blood. For a skinny bitch, she was heavy. An old army tarp. The dumpster. Hank took the next day off. Oil was almost two hundred a barrel.

The End

2012-01-16T08:15:00.000-08:00

would you like a physical copy of Zombie, TX? I am in the process of making some (i know punk rock)..but until then i can send you a free copy to your email..just comment with it and you got it..happy reading moht

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couple reviews of ZOMBIE, TX

2012-01-15T11:12:00.000-08:00

It's fun to see what others think about your writing. Why else would you write? Here are a couple of reviews from amazon.com i like the 2 star review the best, it's fairly accurate ha i was a below average student ha

****

Who doesn't love a good conspiracy theory? Especially involving zombies? The characters are colorful and tragically flawed. Plus it reminds me that small towns are infinitely scarier than big cities. The West Texas setting reminds me of long drives through the middle of nowhere and how I always wondered what dark things are going on below the surface.

**

I love zombie stories and government conspiracy stories, and this book should have been a great combination of the two. Unfortunately the writing was so terrible it was a struggle to read it. The sentences are choppy, paragraphs jump around, and the dialogue is hard to follow and poorly written. This reads like high school student's book report - and one that was written by a below average student. I picked it up as a free read, so the price was right for what I got in return.

we met

2012-01-13T19:18:00.000-08:00

"Hey Jana. You emailed me your number. It's Tom."

"I'm out walking with my mom and sister."

"Where are you walking to?"

"Hell."

"Oh."

"Yes my mother is Satan."

"What about your sister?"

"Lilith."

"So now I know."

"Know what?"

"Adam did have a first wife."

"Who's Adam?"

"Didn't your mom tell you?"

2012-01-11T15:00:00.000-08:00

"Where's the shitter?"

"In the back."

Ed walked to the back.

"I don't see it."

"Keep going."

Ed walked on.

"Where is it?"

"Keep going."

Ed kept going.

"Don't see it."

"Take a right."

Ed took a right.

"Don't see it."

"Keep going."

Ed kept going.

"WHERE THE HELL IS THE SHITTER?"

"Keep going."

handshake drugs

2012-01-09T19:56:00.001-08:00

did you get the same shit?
no
what did they have?
same shit
i thought you..
just shut up
and inject
this

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

ZOMBIE, TX

2012-01-09T14:02:00.001-08:00

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2012-01-08T18:19:00.000-08:00

there's that skull again

here's an oldie but a goodie

The Dog

"That fucking dog. I swear I'm gonna kill it." "Easy Jim. They just moved in." "I don't give a fuck, that bitch never shuts up." Jim Wilson had lived at 6110 Richmond for twenty years. He hated neighbors like the Smith family. "Half of them are inbred. Every time I go check the mail, there's a new baby. Must be twenty in there. I'm sick of paying their way. I bust my ass and they collect welfare." John Bender lit a cigarette. He was Jim's only friend. "You haven't busted your ass in ten years. All your ass does is drink all day." "That's beside the point, I did bust my ass. All they do is sit on the porch. I hear them laughing and yelling. It's all on Uncle Sam's dime." John put his cigarette out. "I'm getting the fuck out of here, try not to kill them." Jim went to the ice box and got a beer. His blood began to boil. "If I hear that fucking dog one more time." Jim talked to himself a lot. Four or five beers later, Jim starting feeling good. He turned on his record player. A rocking crescendo by Joe Ely. Jim twirled and did a jig. Then he heard it. The incessant barking started again.

Jim slammed his beer can against the wall. He went and got the whiskey bottle. Three shots later, it was time. The twelve gauge felt good in his hands. The little bitch stayed on a chain. The Smith family seemed to be gone. The Cowboys were probably playing tonight. They liked the Cowboys. Jim hated football. His interests were drink and boxing. The occasional whore as well.

The shells fit up nice in the tube. Jim took the safety off, and walked outside. His foot hit something, and the gun went off. The shot rang out in the dark night. Nobody seemed to hear it, or care for that matter. Cujo kept barking, something had startled her. Jim's blood was warm. It tasted salty in his mouth. He smiled at something, then got quiet.

The End

THE REPEATING SKULL

2012-01-08T18:13:00.000-08:00

I am just going to repeat this skull pic the rest of the time i blog

check for more skull updates

and what are you waiting for go get zombie, tx (it's free starting at 12am), it's a masterpiece..

what else are you gonna do? wait for more skull updates

new book is done

2012-01-07T12:52:00.000-08:00

It's called Zombie, TX.

It's on Amazon Kindle for free starting tomorrow for five days.

search Thom Young (look for the awesome skull cover)

you can help take it to number 1

thom when is this coming out? ..be patient..my precious

2012-01-04T18:52:00.000-08:00

Dr. Hugh Brian worked for FEMA. His expertise came in handy, mainly research on the effects of chemical weapons. His subjects human. The military used chemical weapons. Although not publicized, there were many adverse effects. Brian came to Texline, for field work. The plant provided ample specimens. “Nurse Landers.” “Doctor, good to see you arrive.” “How are things going in our little test area? Texline cooperating?” “Excellent. Halburt is covering all bases. Richard Chaney is coming in after the explosion.” “I see. When is the event?” Nurse Landers opened a file, and sat down. “Turner said in two months. FEMA needs to come in and plant the explosives. Then the clean up.” “Not an easy task. Another false flag. I suppose the local authorities are aboard?” “Absolutely. Turner has things under control. His force already have the camps ready. FEMA will assist him with a security perimeter. The whole town will be blocked off.” Brian took out a pencil and made a few notes. “What about the roads?” “FEMA in conjunction with the police, will have all down.” “I see. Where can I start?” “As a matter of fact, I have a specimen. She’s in the observation room. Her name is Susie.” “A child?” “Yes. Her grandfather had the sickness.” “It seems to be stronger in children. Their weaker immune systems. Let me see her.” The doctor and nurse walked to the observation room. “This is a nice facility. Did FEMA build it?” “Yes, the local hospital got federal money. In exchange we built our own wing. The public doesn’t know.” “Of course. Let’s see there’s the little one. Notice the foaming mouth. Her pupils dilated. The jaundice.” Brian walked to the glass barrier. “Nurse. Bring me my journal.”

Sam led Texline to a district championship. The playoffs were due to start. He was going to wait until after the season, to announce his decision. Most already knew. He had a good chance to start at Tech. “How was practice?” Larry was sitting at the kitchen table. “Pretty good. Coach said Borger is real solid. Their fullback is a beast. I hope our defense can get a few stops. That’s all I need.” “Sit down son. I talked to your mom. She’s stressed. Her and Ronnie are having problems.” Sam poured a glass of orange juice. “She gonna leave him? I hope so.” “I don’t think so. Just don’t say nothing. She’s worked up. Jack has missed so much school, he might have to repeat.” “Repeat? Isn’t Ms. Anderson sending his work?” “Yes. He isn’t doing it. Says he’s tired.” “Alright. I better leave. Practice.”
Garnett returned from Syria. There would be a revolution soon. He could just picture the headlines. Operation Syrian Freedom. A puppet dictator picked by the elites. The military industrial complex. More oil and gold for the beast. Garnett only authorized the invasion of small countries, the more formidable ones left alone. The US puppet president; Barry Laden would tow the line. Laden had won in a landslide. He ran on a platform of hope and change. In reality, Halburt called the shots. Garnett handpicked Laden’s cabinet. Richard also had some say, albeit with Garnett giving the green light. With the foreign policy running, Garnett could focus on domestic issues. Texline. “Richard. I need an update. Are the camps ready?” “Yes. Sheriff Turner has them set. I’ve also been in touch with Dr. Brian. He’s confident we have enough vaccine.” “Excellent. I want boots on the ground. Once the plant goes, have them ready.” “Yes sir.” “One more thing Richard. Anything fucks up, it’s your head.” Garnett hung up the phone. A young intern came up from under the desk.
Johnny Strain felt better. He had returned to school. The only problem was at night. He often got headaches. At times, he couldn’t sleep. Johnny had morbid nightmares. He hesitated to tell his folks, hoping the dreams would pass. There was one that scared him to death.
His dad’s head was smashed open. Johnny stood above his father eating brain.
The walk home from school seemed strange. A compulsion led Johnny. The front door was unlocked. “Have a good day at school?” He walked to his bed room. Johnny opened a small box under his bed. A knife. Then mother at the kitchen table. He thrust it into her head. A few stabs. Her screams faded. Johnny wiped some blood on his hand, and tasted it. “Hello. I killed my mom.” Johnny called 911. The sirens didn’t surprise him.
CHILD KILLER. The murder of Jessie Strain shocked Texline. How could a child commit such a horrific act? “I want that kid with Dr. Brian. Put him with the other one.” Sheriff Turner gave the command. “I can make no comments to the media until the investigation is complete.” Turner hated cameras. This was the last thing he needed. This whole thing needed to go away. Bad timing. The martial law plan took precedence. “Nurse Landers. Take our little killer to the observation room. Put him with the girl. Tell Dr. Brian right away.” Turner drove the squad car away from the hospital. The camps were ready. His force armed to the teeth. They just needed the order. Turner expected civil unrest. His deputies acquired body armor from FEMA. Sound cannons would be deployed to clear the streets. A new hell was coming.
The weeks passed. The murder still made headlines, but Texline High was on course to win state. It provided the perfect distraction. The elites loved sports. If the public focused on ballgames, their agenda could continue. It was like a frog in boiling water. Once the people woke up, it was too late. Their liberty and freedom gone.
Ron noticed a change in Sharon. She no longer seemed affectionate. No sex. The job in Midland had been a disaster. The rig lost power almost daily. The shift seemed endless, not to mention several roughnecks quit. “What’s wrong with you?” Ron couldn’t hold it in anymore. Sharon sat down, and lit a cigarette. “I’m a little stressed. It hurt me to see Jack sick.” “Is that all?” Sharon got quiet and exhaled. “Ronnie. I can’t keep doing this. I’m worn out.” “What do you mean?” “I mean us.” “You mean it’s over?” “Yes.” Ron calmly stood up. “Is it Larry?” Sharon didn’t respond. Ron grabbed his car keys. “I knew it.” Sharon heard the door slam. Her heart couldn’t lie. It was Larry. Jack’s illness only brought them closer. She hoped that patching things up, might draw Sam closer too. Sharon knew her husband didn’t love Julie. It was a façade.
June Landers grew up in Peru. Her grandfather found a safe haven there. After World War II, her grandfather was brought over in Operation Paperclip. The government wanted top Nazi scientists and doctors. Their expertise used for on top secret projects. In exchange for their service to the government, a blind eye was turned on war crimes. Fritz Landers had done experiments on the Jews. June had her grandfather’s intelligence. She never pursued her doctorate, but instead focused on controversial research. It was her dream to play god. Her work with Dr. Brian proved successful. Texline their playground. “The little ones are both showing signs of the sickness.” “Very observant Nurse Landers.” Brian made a few notes. “I want you to bring me the files. The girl is doing much worse. Her condition is deteriorating. The boy seems to be ultra-aggressive.” “You’re exactly right doctor. The agent orange is kicking in. The children are reacting to the dioxin. Its properties have shown detrimental effects.” “Interesting. I’m familiar with dioxin. Their immune systems are too weak to resist.” Nurse Landers stopped writing, and walked to the glass barrier. “Oh my little ones.”

IT'S COMING

2011-12-29T16:23:00.000-08:00

Zombie, TX by Thom Young

The Texline chemical plant lay two miles out of town. Texline is located just on the New Mexico border. The closest other place is Perico. Other than that it was dust and hot wind. At one time the county had been in an oil boom. The cotton industry thrived until the mega corporations bled them out. The only thing left was the chemical plant. The government loved Dallam County because of its remoteness. It had much in common with Las Alamos. Despite a population of five hundred, Texline had a bright future.

Most of the families worked at the plant. Larry Wilson had worked there fifteen years. He had been for divorced five years. His ex-wife lived right down the block. They stayed on good terms. It was the kids. Both shared the responsibility. The youngest was Jack. He was due to start sixth grade next fall. The oldest was Sam. People said he was the best quarterback in the state After his senior year, he wanted to play football at Texas Tech. Full scholarship.

Larry got tired of the drive to Lubbock. Sam had met the coaches. They texted him almost daily, and even called Larry. With Sam’s senior year coming up, things were only going to get more hectic. “Sharon, it’s Larry.” “Hey. How are the kids?” “Fine. Took Sam to Tech yesterday. Coach Brown said he could start next year. I’m afraid Sam wants to be red-shirted. Needs the practice.” “Good. How’s Jack?” “He’s bored. Been running on the trails in the back.” Sharon set her cigarette in the ashtray. “Just keep an eye on him. Make sure he steers clear of the plant.” “He’s fine. All the neighborhood kids are with him.” “Listen, Ron is on his way.” “How are things going with Ronnie?” “Good we are going to Chili’s. Don’t forget my check.”

Larry had met Julie since the divorce. He saw her at Dairy Queen. It was the look in her eye. She knew his order. Country Basket . Larry got her number. They went out a few times. Then she started staying over. A typical weekend. A case of Natural Light. Cigarettes. Like two peas in a pod. Jack took kindly to her. Sam ignored her. Julie worked at night. She watched Jack until Larry got home. His shift ended at nine. She knew he wouldn’t be in a good mood. Julie just wanted a ring. Larry hadn’t even mentioned it. “How was your day?” “Shitty. They made us work like dogs. I could use a beer.”
The Texline Chemical Plant was built in 1962. Larry’s father had been a foreman. He retired in 1985. He died two years later. A mysterious illness came over him. The doctor said it was cancer. Fluid built up in his lungs. Larry Wilson Sr. couldn’t breathe. Jan took care of things. She had been a good mother. She saw that her boys finished school. Larry’s older brother got an athletic scholarship in Amarillo. Larry wasn’t much of a student. Jan knew some contacts at the plant. Larry started working at eighteen. Then he met Sharon. Sam was born. Jack. Then it was more work. Divorce.
The plant made several chemicals. One was a fertilizer for ball fields and crops. Planes flew in daily. They spread chemtrails in the sky. You could notice the white lines up there. The plant made chemical weapons as well. It was the town secret. Halburt Petrochemical bought the plant in 1999. It was before the terrorist attacks in New York. The timing couldn’t have been better. Halburt knew something about that day. The plant quickly went into armaments manufacturing. Business was booming.
Richard Chaney had been the chief operating executive at Halburt since 1990. His company had been buying up land all over the country. The front was alternative energy. Halburt even put up some fake windmills outside Abilene. The giant metal structures supposedly provided clean energy. It was hip to go green. Richard saw to it that the whole operation was a failure. The cover allowed Halburt to land grab and drill. The petroleum was used for chemicals. The chemicals for weapons. Halburt planes sprayed the unsuspecting public nightly. The good folk of Texline; provided the perfect guinea pigs. “Get those planes up three times a day. I don’t give a shit. I want the whole town obedient.” Richard hung up the phone, and lit a cigarette. Things were running smoothly.

happy hoildays from me and this machine

2011-12-20T06:52:00.001-08:00

checkout the website on this pic, a great Texas artist who is kind enough to let me use his artwork for my book covers...merry christmas

new book Zombie, TX coming 2012..available everywhere soon

writing a screenplay

2011-12-19T10:05:00.000-08:00

I wrote a screenplay in 2004, I had no idea what I was doing as usual, it got rejected by most studios in Hollywood including Warner Bros, so I finally gave up on it and shelved it, focused on other projects like writing some other novels. anyways, since it was doing nothing I decided to re-edit it. It was more like a play now. I decided to put it on Amazon Kindle (why not it's a great platform for writers), so just two days ago I put it for free on the Kindle promotion thing

well, I will be damned

it's at number 3 in the Comics and Graphic Novel Free Kindle category
go make it number one

if you like old school retro games with a comedic twist, you'll like it, plus it's free

Number 2 on Amazon

2011-12-12T19:10:00.000-08:00

My book Gene is number 2 on amazon in the free kindle men's adventure category, it is also ranked 506 out of 750,000 titles in the kindle store...yes i am pretty excited

thanks for reading

super tyrany

2011-12-02T13:52:00.000-08:00

keep quiet
don't look into
what's really going
on
the money
controls all of this
the banks
with sharpened knives

disclosure
propagating
more crime

it is really hard to go by
just take our word

we'll go down the nasty path
together

The Meeting

2011-11-20T08:20:00.000-08:00

She had a way with a man. It might have been the way she looked. Her hair was red. It wasn't strawberry blond. It was fire angry red. The fury ran in her veins. Nobody wanted to leave her scorned, especially me. I met her on a lunch break. The boys and I had a job across town. In those days, you rarely got overtime. A man was lucky to get a decent wage. I drove the Ford over to the diner. I lit a cigarette. I ordered the same thing. Salisbury steak with red gravy. Black coffee. I saw her in the corner booth. She had a cigarette in her mouth. It hung there waiting for the next victim. I could handle her. She hadn't met a bastard like me. "Hello. Haven't seen you around here." She seem startled but smiled. I exhaled smoke in the air. She lit another. "Listen, don't waste my time chump." "I can say the same about you dame." She didn't like that. "What ya want?" "Just thought I'd be polite." "Being polite never got a man anywhere. So what ya do?" She was sizing me up. "Construction." She laughed. "I didn't know this town built anything. You speak like a hick." "It was nice speaking to ya." I let her alone. I had other things on my mind. I was getting divorced. She was staying at her mom's place. I had been drinking. Drinking. The days seemed like the ones before. The bottle and the job. Nothing else but the slow clock. I didn't think I'd see her again. There was that hair. She sat cross leg. "It's you again." "It's me." She turned her head. "I'm Tom." She extended her hand. "Julie." Things went like this. One day you were fucking one, the next another.

My dad died. I didn't have a relationship with him. The funeral would be in Philadelphia. My brother made all the arrangements. He was the responsible one. I was the fuck up. My mother didn't cry. I got on the next flight out. It was pissing rain. Dallas has the worst damn airport. Just sadness everywhere and sick roads. I made up my mind to find her. She was in that booth. "Tom." I liked that she said my name. It was easier that way. "Julie. How ya been?" "Is that all you think about?" "What?" "Sex." "I said nothing about sex." "It's in your eyes. What are your favorite positions?" "You're not shy." Julie exhaled smoke in my face. She had her victim.

2011-11-19T09:06:00.000-08:00

i'm not your punching bag
baby
should i say yes
maybe

in other words
let the blood
drip
down in your eyes

soul

THE END

2011-11-17T14:16:00.000-08:00

I started this blog in 2008. It grew into a life of it's own. I have done all I can do with it. In fact, I've accomplished everything that I've wanted to do as a writer. I've sold books all over the world, and been published in a lot of things, some big things and other smaller underground zines. There is really only one place I want to get now. I will keep submitting things here and there, but will no longer post on this blog. The archive has tons of things and you can get lost in a worm hole if you choose to do so, it's your choice. Thanks for reading over the last few years. Come back and enjoy the archive and pass along to others if you like.

thom (remember nothing is true, so you never know what will happen, me and this machine has reached it's peak like Brian Wilson on Smile (I just got this on vinyl by the way, amazing........................................................................................................................ WHAT YOU READ WAS A COMPLETE LIE...THOM IS NOT REAL AND IF HE WAS HE WOULDN'T HAVE A BLOG...THIS A COLLECTIVE OF WRITERS..NOBODY KNOWS FOR SURE........GOOD BYE..THE END AGAIN (ME AND THIS MACINE WILL NEVER DIE, IT MUST GO ON..THE WORDS OH GOD THE WORDS...THE ROBOTS, THE MACHINE THE WORDS THE WORDS THE WORDS THE WORDS

2011-11-13T09:15:00.000-08:00

when you think about it
it boils down to this
do you have it or not?
i've got it
guts
when you sit in front of the
machine
does it come out
or do you sit and scrutinize
every line
line
by line
weak by
week yes not
week by
week
because you are
weak
they never come
the words
they never come
but like a well tuned
engine
i've got them
and that's all it takes
the guts
and the words

she said "Let's try it again"

2011-11-07T17:45:00.000-08:00

when i look out the screen door the rain is hitting the asphalt cars drive by as death water drips drips drips and then i light a cigarette and exhale think about last night just her and me and us that's all the bed with a inch thick memory foam pad that i drove her through i don't like the word drove let's call it pound that i pounded her through i think she enjoyed it i know i did and i don't enjoy most things well except cigarettes and stout beer she likes antiques and victorian houses and servant stairs she said they are stairs that servants go up that nobody can see so they don't get in the way her way her dogs are nice too but she may love them more than me and that's alright with me so then the stop light changes there is a mexican on a small scooter he looks wet mainly because it is still raining but i just smile light another cigarette and then put it on my arm it feels good to feel something real to be alive..ha..ha..i thought..what a crazy life.......

same shit

2011-10-31T19:20:00.000-07:00

"I'm afraid I might hurt you."

"I do. If you want to."

"I'm sincere."

A couple weeks later, the same shit. "I can't believe you ever took her back. She took you back. No it was the other way around." "I know." "You need to treat her bad." "No." "Just don't let her know where she stands." "Yes." "She wants something she can't have." "They all do." "I get it now."

A few days later. "How'd it go?" "She broke it off again." "Twice." "Yep." "I'm sorry. You must feel like a stooge." "Yep."

A week later. "She won't leave me alone." "Really? What happened?" "I ignored her."

"Great. I told you." "She is all over me." "Just keep ignoring her. Make her chase you." "How many women have you gotten?" "Divorced twice." "Oh."

Richard

2011-10-26T16:16:00.000-07:00

“Enjoy the neighborhood.” Tom Wilson just finished putting the last box inside his duplex located at 5109 Richmond Avenue. Hank Pauler his real estate agent, put his cigarette out on the unkempt lawn. “Remember if you have any questions, call Richard.” “Thanks.” Tom watched Hank’s truck disappear into the night. He walked inside and flipped the light switch. Nothing. The power hadn’t been turned on yet. He’d have to call Richard in the morning. The smell of the house was somewhere between moth balls and piss, and to think the neighborhood was billed as a great place to raise a family. Tom set his mattress on the hard wood floor and lay down. He stared at the ceiling for awhile, until sleep finally came. It wasn’t a good first night.

The sweat drenched the small sheet that half covered Tom’s legs. The July Texas heat didn’t help things. Tom fumbled for a crumbled piece of paper that had Richard’s phone number on it. Richard Sampson owned the house, and was a known real estate agent in Dallas. Tom threw on his shirt and walked outside. There was a small store about a block north with a pay phone.

“Richard, this is Tom.” “Oh hey baby.” “You get settled in?” “Still unpacking but noticed the power isn’t on.” “Oh heaven forgive me.” I’ll get that turned on today.” “Everything else alright?” “As far as I know.” “Well you just let me know if you need anything else, honey.” “Okay.” Tom hung up the phone. Richard sure seemed friendly. Richard Sampson being the most flamboyant homosexual real estate agent in Dallas. Known for his lavish parties with male escorts and various philanthropic pursuits in the city. Tom just wanted his lights on and hoped the water wasn’t turned off too, because he needed a shower like something fierce.

The pay phone sat outside the Twenty Food Store. It is a convenience variety with black coffee and cigarettes. Tom had been trying to quit for the last five years, but his nicotine habit amounted to a pack day. “I haven’t seen you around the neighborhood.” “I just moved here last night up on Richmond.” “My name is Hashit Kumar.” “I own the store.” “I’m Tom Wilson. Nice to meet you.” “Just the coffee and cigarettes?” “Yes.” “I think you’ll enjoy the area, lots to do.” Tom put the change in his pocket and opened the cigarettes. “Say Hashit, any good places to eat lunch around here?” “Well the best is Bangkok Inn. It’s right up the block on Oriam street.” “Thanks, see you around Hashit.”

Richard Sampson owned more prominent real estate than anyone in Dallas. His family made their fortune in oil during the Rockefeller years. His father worked for Standard Oil and often spent many weekends playing golf with Rockefeller himself. Richard grew up in the exclusive Highland Park area. He attended boarding school and ran in the social circles of other privileged children. Richard had always had an eye for fashion from a young age, and his lurid outfits became the talk of his high school. While it was rumored he was just a dandy, many believed him to be gay. His father seemed disappointed when Richard failed to take a date to the high school prom. Richard instead went stag with a feathery boa, that his mother had specially ordered from Paris. Through his father’s business contacts, Richard had gotten into Harvard despite being a lackluster student. Richard landed a realty job right out of school, and worked his way to the top. His knack for turning mundane properties into something spectacular became his trademark. Richard Sampson became the king of Dallas real estate, although queen may have been a more suitable nomenclature.

Tom walked back home to find glowing lights on. That Richard sure worked fast. Water also poured out of all faucets, albeit with a few cobwebs as well. Tom spent most of the afternoon unpacking his things and getting the place setup. He continuously lit cigarettes and arranged boxes until he had most of the front room set up. He noticed her picture tucked away towards the bottom of the last box. Jane was his fiancée. They were set to get married two years ago, when she was killed by a drunk driver on her way home to Oklahoma. Tom tried to block her memory out but the picture always brought it back. He placed it on the mantel and continued unpacking until he had done enough for one day.

“You play the horses?” Hashit put out his cigarette and poured Tom a cup of coffee. “Not really.” “I need to take you to the track this afternoon.” “You aren’t working are you?” “No.” Tom lit up a cigarette and sipped his coffee. “Great, then you’ll join me?” “Sure.” “Then we shall meet this after noon. I’ll call it a date.” Hashit laughed and put out his cigarette. “Oh.. and Tom bring some cash.” Tom nodded.

The phone rang and rang. There was no answer at Jane’s mother’s place. Tom hadn’t spoken to her that much since the accident. There wasn’t much to say. Jane was gone now. Nothing was going to bring her back. Tom knew this. The bottle was still there. It covered the reality. That is what it did. Maybe the move to Lakewood would help heal old wounds. A change of surroundings. He just needed a little more time.

“You always bet win. That way you go balls out. It’s the only bet.” Hasid lit up a cigarette and opened up the door of his red Cadillac. “Nice car.” “Thanks, I got her last year. She’s a candy apple red seventy five.” “You must do well with your store?” “I do better at the track.” Hashit laughed. “Is gambling legal here in Lakewood?” Hashit lit another cigarette and rolled his eyes. “Why you a cop?” “No, just asking.” “Well it isn’t technically. We go to Arlington Heights. They run exhibition races.” “Then how do you bet?” Hashit pulled a crumbled piece of paper out of his shirt pocket. “I take everyone’s bets. The winners are posted daily in the paper.” “Simple enough.” Tom began to smell a swindle. “Then who takes the money?” Hashit put his cigarette in the ashtray and continued, “Cullen does all that.” “Who is Cullen?” “He runs the town bar.” “You notice that little shack on Live Oak? You’ll see it soon.” “Anyways, I shouldn’t be telling you all this, but you’re new in town.” Tom smiled and stared out the window. The city was still out there.

Richard Sampson’s office was located on Lemon avenue. It was adjacent to the Mansion on Turtle Creek. One of the hot spots for gay culture in the city. Although Dallas was anything but progressive, there were certain areas that kept an open mind about things. There were also sections where you could end up in a garbage bag. Richard enjoyed the small but thriving art community in Deep Ellum. The place was practically run down a few years ago, until Richard and his firm invested to revive the district. Having his office on the tenth floor, suggested just the type of prestige Richard needed. His personal secretary was also his lover. This arrangement worked well until Richard caught his employee in an affair. It was the gossip of the gay community. It was in the past now. Richard thought about these things while taking the elevator.
“Good morning Mr. Sampson.” “I told you to call me Richard. I’m not formal around here. This place has enough problems without official titles.” “Now be a good boy and fetch my coffee.” Richard had been doing well the last few years. The Dallas area was seeing the biggest real estate boom in its history. Richard already owned almost every rental property in Lakewood, and it was just a matter of time before Deep Ellum was next. Richard had to laugh when he checked his bank balance every month. If he had to embezzle some funds here and there, nobody noticed. A few problems arose recently over a condominium project downtown, because some outsiders had been involved. Richard couldn’t control the project the way he wanted. The building had been delayed.

another night in front of it

2011-10-21T16:28:00.000-07:00

It was another night in front of the machine. A couple gun shots hit something down the block. Somebody knocked on the door. I wasn't sure, it may have been her. Today had been a shitty day. In fact, every day had been kind of shitty lately. On the drive home, I stopped at Siegels Liquor. Two six packs. A fine cigar. A gas station cigar. A can of mixed nuts. Lightly salted. A pack of smokes. I walked to the pay phone. My car was leaking oil. She wouldn't go into second. She slipped in third. We had both seen better days. "Honey. Listen I'm over at the liquor store. I need you to call the mechanic. See if he can get over here. I need a tow." I heard her slam the phone down. I would be walking home. It was late. I'd try again in the morning. I took my beer and sat in my van. I opened one. It tasted good. I drank many more. Most of the mixed nuts ended up on the dash. I lit a cigar. I looked out the driver's window. The city was death black. Then I saw her. She looked young. "Mister, you got ten bucks?" "I just might." She laughed. "I need the ten bucks. I need a drink." "I got one right here." I handed her one. She climbed in the passenger side. "What are you doing sitting in the dark?" "Waiting on you." I had her. "I'll give you the ten. You need to earn it though." "So you're a pervert?" "Pretty much." We both laughed. "What do you want?" "Just take your shirt off." "That's it?" "Yep." She took off the cotton tee. "Now your bra." She did. Her breasts were nice. "Do you want to touch them?" "No. Put your top back on." I handed her the ten bucks. "Thanks." She left. I sipped the last beer. A bus passed by. Two faces stared at me. I stared back. Tomorrow could wait.

The chance she might come back?

2011-10-19T16:31:00.000-07:00

(not that i would want her anyways.........)

2011-10-16T07:09:00.000-07:00

Been listening to this a lot lately, it is like a dream. Give it a spin, you might not wake up. (which isn't necessarily a bad thing)

2011-10-13T19:15:00.000-07:00

"Is she coming over?"

"No."

"What did you do when she did?"

"Not much."

"Really?"

"Yep."

"You must have done something?"

"Fuck."

"Yes. What else?"

"Then she'd leave."

"That sounds sad."

"It wasn't."

"So I guess it's over?"

"Yep."

"How do you feel about it?"

"Great."

"Really?"

"Yep."

"What are you going to do now?"

"Why don't you shut the fuck up."

2011-10-12T16:16:00.000-07:00

"We all gotta tighten our belts because our leaders misspent our money."

the days

2011-10-11T16:35:00.000-07:00

"there are worse things than being alone, but often when you realize it, it's too late."

2011-10-08T08:15:00.000-07:00

"Hello?"

"I'm dead."

"Who is this?"

"Don't you know?"

"No."

"It's you."

"Excuse me?"

"I'm in your house right now."

"Who is this?"

"I told you."

"So you're in my house?"

"Yes."

"Ok what color is my bed spread?"

"It's green. Your wife is asleep. She's naked."

"Shut up! Who the fuck is this?"

"It's you. I'm you."

"I did her from behind. She loved it."

"Fuck you!"

"No need to get fussy. She's resting now. I'm checking on Grace."

"You leave my child alone!"

"She's in dream land. So are you."

"I'm calling the police! You fuck!"

"You want to arrest yourself?"

"Fuck you!"

"I'm you. You're not listening. Be cooperative Thom."

"Shut up! Is this for real?"

"I have to go now. Grace needs her bottle. You're wife needs coffee. She likes it after a nap."

Click

2011-10-08T08:03:00.000-07:00

Don't Ya Rile 'Em.

The Drop

2011-10-07T16:37:00.000-07:00

"Is this the place?" "Yep." "He said go around back." Larry went around back. Gun shot. Gun shot. Gun shot. "Larry?" Silence. "Shit." Hank walked away. Something wasn't good. His Cadillac started. A glowing cigarette. "You Larry?" "No." "Where's Larry?" "I don't know a Larry." "Should I put one in your brain or chest first?" "Either." "Excuse me?" "I said either." Max pulled the hammer back. He put one in the brain. The drop was supposed to happen ten minutes ago. Max walked across the street. Gun shot. Gun shot. Big Lou lit a cigar. Three dead rats.

2011-10-06T14:25:00.000-07:00

"She's head over heels for you."

"Really?"

"No."

"Oh."

"She doesn't know you exist."

"I know."

"Call her."

"She won't call back."

"Don't get so down on yourself. You're a wonderful person. A great guy."

"I know. That's my problem."

"What?"

"I'm a nice guy."

"Nothing wrong with that."

"It hasn't gotten me laid in ten years."

"Ten years?"

"Yes."

"Alright be an asshole. Call her up and say, bitch I'll pick you up at nine. Don't be late!"

"I can't do that."

"Ten years."

"Alright. I'll do it."

Six days later........

"Did you call her?"

"Yes."

"What happened?"

"She hasn't called back."

"Oh."

"Yep."

"Fuck it. Fuck her."

"Let's get drunk."

"Good. By the way what did you say on your message?"

"Hey Kate, It's Thom. Listen bitch, I'll pick you up at nine and don't be late."

2011-10-04T14:30:00.000-07:00

She has been given over to the pettiest rancor

and i let her

talk to the answering machine

where is your pride i say?

you have to be tough i say

and

i am

2011-10-03T12:24:00.000-07:00

there is no point
in placing blame
don't care who's right
or wrong
things won't be the same
and sitting down
at a nice round table
smoking my last cigarette
watching the ember
burn out
and your memory
plays on the juke
love comes and goes
but i'll never will

the street cars shed
their mad light
on the deserted
avenue
tom cats on the fence
a wino shuffles out
to see the moon

love comes and goes
but i never will
again
i don't care who's right
or wrong
not gonna spend another night in
your bed

telephone rings
damn thing needs to be unplugged
of its soul
my record players spins
the Smothers Brothers
canned laughter
and your memory

just smile and move on

2011-10-02T20:51:00.000-07:00

bang my drums
like you use to
you know
hard and fast
like we use to
slow and soft
like you use to
sticky and wet
like we use to
bang my drums
until we both come
or leave
makes no difference
just bang my drums

2011-09-30T19:42:00.000-07:00

"You're gonna love Julie's friend."

"What's she like?"

"She's nice. Real nice."

"What's she look like?"

"She's pretty. Nice body."

"Do we have anything in common?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes. It's important."

"Well she's not into sports. Julie told me that."

"What is she into?"

"Blood."

"Excuse me? Did you say blood?"

"Yes."

"You're kidding?"

"No. She likes vampires."

"Is she one?"

"No."

"This sounds strange. Tell Julie I'll pass."

"It's too late. Annie is on her way."

"Annie? That's her name?"

"Yes."

Annie walked into the room. She had jet black hair. Her front teeth were carved into fangs. She smiled and extended her hand. "So you're the stooge?" "I'm Tom." "Julie said you were taller." The night was off to a bad start. Tom fumbled for a cigarette. "Annie. I have to go." "How the fuck do you know my name?" "Julie's husband told me." Annie licked her lips. "Listen, let's go back to my place. I have some rope. I'll tie you up. I have a razor blade." Tom thought it sounded fun, but declined. "It's been nice to meet you Annie." "Nice to meet me? You don't know shit." Tom smiled and walked away. Annie laughed and farted. "You smell that? Wait until you smell my blood. I'll slice you good." Tom got into his car. The moon was there. The radio played a Sinatra tune.

I did it my way............

2011-09-28T15:53:00.000-07:00

"Do you know where?"

"Where?"

"You know there.."

"No..I don't know there.."

"I'll show you. It's over there."

"Oh. It's there."

"Yes."

"Can I borrow a fag?"

"No."

"I gotta get going."

"Bye."

"Are you mad at me?"

"No."

"Are you sure."

"Yes."

"I feel bad."

"You should."

"I thought you weren't mad."

"I'm not."

"Well..what do you want?"

"Leave bitch."

drugs

2011-09-27T14:49:00.000-07:00

drugs aren't for everybody
but then again
neither am I

milo

barely making it

2011-09-27T14:36:00.000-07:00

The times you need it most
it isn't there
when you miss it
it never returns
when you forget
it does
laid before you
like a mad house
lit up
and smiling
but then she's
gone
your baby
doesn't love you
anymore

it's over

someone new

barely making it
from hence forth

i'll take it

burn the witch

2011-09-26T16:20:00.000-07:00

she is ready
and so is the fire
a scared chant
left desires
wish and wish
bone to ash
the
flames

burn the witch
burn to ash and bone
she may be gone
but
we're not alone

burn the witch

CONFESSION

2011-09-25T18:37:00.001-07:00

There is no Thom Young. There is no Milo Savage. This is a collective group of writers. Nobody could write this much. It's all an illusion.

The Hunt

2011-09-25T10:22:00.000-07:00

I can't remember all of it. It was like a job. There were always people. That's something you can't change. I was never a fan. The first house had a broken window. Somebody threw a rock through it. "Make sure you level the top." "Yes ma'am." There were desperate women. Everywhere. The second house had a warped door. "How the fuck does this happen?" I took out my little ruler. It probably wasn't a ruler, but looked like one. This was going to be an all day job. After an hour of trying to get the damn thing level, I just quit. "I'll be back tomorrow." I had been married twice. The first one just left. The second, well that's more complicated. She was fucking the mayor. I still hadn't filed for divorce. Too much fucking paperwork. I never talked to her. Life goes like this. People fuck up things. Mostly women. The next day I went to that door. "Make sure you level it." "Yes ma'am." I took out the ruler thing. I looked like I knew what I was doing. That is important in life. Shit that's half the battle. After an hour, the door was fixed. "Thanks." She looked pretty good. "Would you like to come in for a drink?" I should have said no. "Sure." I followed her inside. There were a lot of stuffed animals everywhere. Elk, deer, bobcats, rams, and other critters. "Your husband must be a hunter." "Bill loves to hunt." "I see." "He's in Africa, on a safari." I wonder if Bill knew I had his prey. She poured me a whiskey. It was good. Single malt. "I'll show you around the house. Bill's den is over here." "I see." "Bill just loves hunting books." "Fuck Bill!" She seemed startled, but it turned her on. "Let me show you the bed room." This was more like it. I caught her about half way. I threw her ass on the bed. I tore off her blouse. Bill didn't know what he had. "Stop." I worked off her skirt. I put it in from behind. She moaned. A few more thrusts. I thought about Bill. He had an elephant in his sight. Poor soul. I laughed as I wiped up. "I'll see you again." Bill went on a few more hunts. There seemed to be a lot more repairs. It was a job. A few months later, it was over. I figured Bill hadn't killed anything. In a way, I hadn't either. I could still think about her. The way her ass jiggled from behind. A few days later, my phone rang.
"Tom, I want a divorce." "Alright, let me call my lawyer." I lied. I didn't have a lawyer. It was just another delay. I missed the job. It was her ass. I drove to the liquor store. A pint of Cutty Shark. Two six packs. I grabbed a cigar. It was hot in Dallas. I put her in drive. It was my time to hunt.

the end

2011-09-24T06:51:00.001-07:00

why do you hate me?

is it because I got in the places you wanted?

my writing is better?

or that I pulled out

and your love child

is lost forever?

i think about things

but not you

a distance gun shot

your time has passed

baby

new short story (if you can read it)

2011-09-22T17:31:00.000-07:00

Basically this guy loses his girl. He misses fucking her. He wants her back. He gets drunk. He meets a new whore. His troubles get worse.

The End

2011-09-20T14:47:00.000-07:00

IF YOU SEE SOMETHING SAY SOMETHING
WE ARE ON YOUR SIDE
GO BACK TO SLEEP
IF YOU SEE SOMETHING SAY SOMETHING
REPORT ANY SUSPICIOUS BEHAVIOR TO THE AUTHORITIES
IF YOU SEE SOMETHING SAY SOMETHING
WE ARE HERE TO HELP YOU
REMAIN CALM
DO NOT RESIST
IF YOU SEE SOMETHING SAY SOMETHING
FOLLOW ALL ORDERS
IT IS FOR YOUR OWN GOOD
DO NOT RESIST
WE ARE ON YOUR SIDE
FOLLOW THE OFFICER TO YOUR SHOWER
BREATHE AND RELAX
EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE

IF YOU SEE SOMETHING SAY SOMETHING

(never forget)

the gypsy

2011-09-18T06:47:00.000-07:00

"You're gonna be married twice." "How the fuck do you know?" "It's in your palm. I'm an expert." "An expert?" Angie had been my latest fuck. She had jet black hair. I liked her tits. They were big. "People from all over the world want me to give them a read." I was beginning to think a blow job too. She said her family had been gypsies. They traveled around in carnivals. "What does my palm say about us?" This caught her off guard. "I'm not getting a good picture." Typical bitch. She had mixed signals. I grew tired of my reading. "Why don't you go lay down. I'll be in bed soon. Take your clothes off." I was telling the future now. She spread her legs. I acted interested. I pretended to come. It was over. Angie put her bra on. She lit a cigarette. I got up and brushed my hair. I saw her grinding her teeth. She sat there thumbing through a fashion magazine. I was ready to ditch her. "I'm going out." "Where?" "Don't you know?" She laughed and started touching herself. I grabbed my shirt and smokes. "Wait. Can't you stay a bit." "No." In a few weeks, I never came back. I got a job in Lubbock. I met a new one. Her family were nice. We got married. It lasted about a year. I liked the bottle better. Then it was on to Midland. Her daddy ran the bank. Julie. She started talking wedding. It was too much. I swore off women. This is usually just temporary. I moved to San Angelo. I got a job as a rough neck. I noticed a small white tent one morning, on the way to work. The sign read Angie's Gypsy Fortunes. I laughed. I drove past. You never go back. A year later, I married again. Susan. She worked at the drug store. An educated broad. I didn't really love her. Her folks were rich. She lied about being knocked up. I stuck around until she stayed skinny. I left and moved on. I guess I had a little gypsy in me. I'll be damned if that bitch wasn't right. She might have been the only sane one. You never could tell with women. They either wrecked or delayed your future. I left Midland. In the morning, I arrived in Dalhart. There was an old motel on the county line. The place reeked of booze and cum. I lit a cigarette and poured a whiskey. A fly darted around the room. I exhaled and smiled.

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shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.......

2011-09-15T19:54:00.000-07:00

"Does your wife know you're here?"

"Yeah."

"She's cool with it?"

"Yeah."

"Damn your wife is cool as shit."

"I know. She lets me go out all the time."

"Damn you won't be married long."

"Why?"

"No woman is cool forever."

"She don't mind. Stays home with the kids too."

"Who stays with her?"

"What?"

"You won't be married long."

...........................shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

(don't worry... she's banging another guy, at least you got to hangout with my drunk ass)

left over

2011-09-15T19:23:00.000-07:00

"What we do with her body?"

"Throw the cunt in the back."

"Daddy's got his gun loaded. Got cross hairs in his eyes."

"You would no."

"Where did it go wrong?"

"Nothing wrong about it. She was a good girl."

"Why you'd kill her?"

"Just cause."

"Same with Linda?"

"No, she was wrong. Why you always gotta bring my ex up?"

"Then who's in the back?"

"That's my ex."

"I thought you said Linda was your ex."

"She was the first. Thing is women are trouble."

"I see. What was the problem?"

"Which ex?"

"Does it matter?"

"Linda..then.."

"She was wrong."

"What about the other?"

"She was right."

"I see."

"Shut your trap. Grab that tarp."

"Shit she's heavy."

regular john

2011-09-14T14:20:00.000-07:00

it hurts
it hurts you more
ignore
it hurts
it hurts me more
ignore
it hurts
it hurts her more
ignore
it hurts
it hurts him more
ignore

the cat likes a dangled string
sweet pussy
and much more
show her your smile
she'll be gone awhile
pet her gently
and withdraw

i'm just your regular john
baby
could be yes
could be maybe

either way it's cradle to grave
show her an iron fist
to behave

i'm just your regular john
baby

2011-09-10T11:34:00.000-07:00

the days
are like days
before
nothing special
nothing left
nothing
that's
all

i forgot about this one

2011-09-10T08:30:00.000-07:00

Thomas Young 5508 Richmont Pericho, TX 76768

September 10, 2011

My ex-girlfriends 666 Hell Avenue Crazy town, TX 556789

Dear Ex-girlfriends,

It’s a few years since we last spoke. I hope things have worked out the way you wanted. I am good, keeping myself busy with my records and writing. I apologize for the way you may have been portrayed in the various stories and publications over the years. Who are we kidding? Most of you don’t read books. I’m safe in that regard. I hope you enjoyed Blindside, because I know you all went to see that crap. In the future, try and change your panties daily. Sincerely, Thom

Champagne for my real friends..real pain for sham friends.......

2011-09-08T16:06:00.000-07:00

Baby I've got metal knees ooh.
Lady I'm beggin' of you please
Baby you think you're a champ but
Girl you ain't nothin' but a raw ramp.
Lady, your lips are the most
Baby, your mouth is like a ghost
Lady, you think you're a champ but
Girl you ain't nothin' but a raw ramp.
Woman, I love your chests ooh,
Baby, I'm crazy 'bout your breasts
Woman, you think you're a champ but
Girl you ain't nothin' but a raw ramp
Baby I've got metal knees ooh.
Lady I'm beggin' of you please
Baby you think you're a champ but
Girl you ain't nothin' but a raw ramp.
Baby, I love your chests ooh,
Lady, I'm crazy 'bout your breasts
Woman, you think you're a champ but
Girl you ain't nothin' but a raw ramp
You ain't nothin' but a raw ramp...
Standin' on a corner by my old high school,
I let this female call me a fool
I got on my knees and begged to the sun
And I knew that my manhood had begun
Boogie on, electric boogie, boogie on
Embrace your brother, dance in the mud
Like a Palamino stud
Come along hold my hand.

2011-09-07T18:07:00.000-07:00

"Hello."

"I'm piss drunk."

"Oh."

"Yes."

"I told you to quit."

"I know. Fuck me."

"It's not going to be easy."

"Nothing worth having ever is."

"I just can't."

"Yes you can."

"I can't."

"We can try an intervention."

"Yes."

"When is the best time?"

"Not now."

"What?"

"Not now."

"Why?"

"Not now."

"When?"

"I'll tell you."

"Alright. But I don't think it's a good idea."

"I just got a phone call."

"Really who was it?"

"Someone I hate."

"Oh."

"Always bothering me. Telling me to quit."

"Oh."

2011-09-06T18:18:00.000-07:00

everyday

longer than the one before

just longer

a day

tomorrow

then a day

business class

2011-09-06T18:11:00.000-07:00

you're like a big bear..big fucking teeth..fangs

and you're just batting the bunny around...

with these you don't know how to kill the bunny..

trent

2011-09-06T18:05:00.001-07:00

you start talking about puppy dogs and ice cream

of course it's gonna end up on the friendship tip

sucker punch

2011-09-05T08:31:00.000-07:00

"What are you doing Labor Day?"
"Not working."
"What are you doing the rest of the week?"
"Not working."

Then she left. Another unemployed bastard. He left. The drive home. "Granny? It's me." "Oh, hello my grandson." "Listen, how is the land?" "Good, I had my lawyer look at it. We're sitting on the second largest oil reserve in North America. Did you get your check last month?" "Yes. Thank you." "What was it?" "Little less than last month. Twenty grand." "Good. Thanks for keeping an eye on things. Love you." "I love you too Granny." Granny hung up the phone. She lit up a Pall Mall. Lawrence Welk was coming on.

He sat down in his chair. A phone call. Shelia was coming over later. She was a hundred an hour. Well worth it. His pot pie was cooking in the oven. He only needed one whore. She was better than most, especially the one he talked to earlier.

thom

moht

2011-09-02T14:16:00.000-07:00

When I sit down Friday night. There is nobody better for that moment. That brief fire that burns the page. The words. I can't control them. They come out. It's necessity.

2011-08-30T17:09:00.000-07:00

"I want two six packs."

"What brand?"

"Doesn't matter."

"How about Pearl?"

"No, not Pearl."

"Schlitz?"

"No anything but that."

"Coors?"

"Too heavy."

"Fuck. I give up."

"How about a pack of smokes?"

"What brand?"

"Lucky Strike."

"We're out."

"Fuck."

"Yes, Fuck."

tape loop

2011-08-29T14:35:00.000-07:00

She left
She'll be back
She left
She'll be back
She left
She'll be back
She left
She'll be back
She left
She'll be back
She left
She'll be back
She left
She'll be back
She left
She'll be back

I don't want her anymore.

it's just a game

2011-08-25T18:03:00.000-07:00

What she said: "I love you and miss you, but it's not fair to you."
What she meant: "I hate you."
What she said: "I need some space."
What she meant: "I wouldn't give you a drink in hell."
What she said: "I'm not ready for a relationship right now."
What she meant: "I'm not ready for a relationship with you."
What she said: "I'll keep praying for you."
What she meant: "Leave me the fuck alone."
What she said: "You never say I love you."
What she meant: "Please never say I love you."
What she said: "Love takes a lot of work."
What she meant" "You're so out."
What she said: "Some things are important to me, like Valentines."
What she meant: "I've lost interest."
What she said: "That's so sweet."
What she meant: "Stop being such a pussy."
What she said: "We should do this again sometime."
What she meant: "Don't ever fucking call me again."

what he said: "I'm fucked."

2011-08-22T18:34:00.000-07:00

"Do you want fries with that?"

"No, I want it all."

"You mean onion rings and tots?"

"No, I want it all."

"I don't understand sir."

"I want it all."

"Excuse me?"

"I want your soul. I want your blood. I want your fears. I want your hopes. I want your dreams. I want to fuck your wife."

"I'm not married."

"Doesn't matter, I still want to fuck her."

"Sir, pull up to the window."

too much change

2011-08-21T16:52:00.000-07:00

The man walked outside. He saw the same sky as the night before. Now it looked different. She
had just left. He wanted to feel sorry for himself. Then he saw the stationary. His ink well and pen. He wanted to write her. She was on his mind more than ever. The breakup had come as a surprise. I guess he could blame himself. She was the one that quit. It wasn't all his fault. She lived five hours away. If traffic was bad it might take longer. Her parents were aloof if anything. She was always driving to see him. He rarely went down there. He hated the traffic. The crowds of people. The sun upon the Texas asphalt. She must have driven to Dallas twenty times. He went down there to see her eights times if that. It was usually when he had a doctor's appointment. That was it. Of course on holidays, but that was twice a year. He missed Valentines. That was something she would hold against him. She was upset. She never really told him. It wasn't his fault. Nobody put a gun to her head and made her drive. She did that on her own volition. The sun was setting outside. The neighbors had a yard sale. The Mexicans came out in droves. He watched out the window. He almost laughed. The paper was still there. He couldn't bring himself to do it. Then something came over him. He took the pen out. The ink was jet black. The words came out. They poured on the paper. He realized they were better off apart. He loved her body. She had curves in the right places. They would lay in bed. She might suck him. The she spread her legs. He like how she tasted. Her pussy got wet fast. He put it in. They had a routine. When he was about to come, he pulled out and put it on her chest. Then she would reach over and grab a towel. She wiped his come off. They both laughed. He usually made coffee after that. She loved coffee. She liked to drink it in bed. Then they would lay around. There might be a movie on later. The black and white ones were her favorite. He didn't like them. He did love her, so it was about give and take. Then she drove home. He usually filled up her tank. She didn't have much to complain about. He paid for most things. The sun dropped behind the clouds. The cars slowly went by. The sounds of their engines echoing in the night. He lit a cigar. There was a beer on the table. It was going to be a good night. They could still be friends. There wasn't much left. His cat ran across the porch. He exhaled on his smoke. He finished writing. He might send it to her. Then again he wasn't crazy. She was probably fucking somebody else. This is how it went. You moved on. There were many good times. There were many ahead.

last friday

2011-08-20T18:43:00.000-07:00

"I said do the dishes bitch!"

"Don't call me a bitch!"

"I pull all the weight around here! Bust my ass everyday at the job!"

"You don't bust your ass. You are one lazy SOB!"

"I said do the dishes and warm up my fucking pot pie!"

"Here's your fucking pot pie!"

The pot pie was hot. Larry wiped it off his shirt. She slammed the door. At least now he could have some quiet. A boxing match was on. The champ was losing.

2011-08-19T20:16:00.000-07:00

"Hello?"

"It's me."

"Oh."

"Listen I've been thinking."

"Thinking?"

"Yeah, about us."

"Oh."

"Do you want to give it another shot?"

"No."

"I see."

"Yes."

"Goodbye."

click

2011-08-17T17:21:00.001-07:00

1. You suck
2. You suck
3. You Suck
4. Read #1

IT'S THOM

2011-08-12T17:22:00.001-07:00

"Just another reject."

2011-08-05T16:41:00.001-07:00

"She's just as bored as me."

HOPE AND CHANGE

2011-07-27T08:01:00.000-07:00

"Yes we can!" "Yes we can!" "Yes we can!"

" I'll never have to worry about gas in my car, education for my kids, my mortgage, food on the table."

"Yes we can!"

love,

OBUSHA

2011-07-26T08:33:00.001-07:00

"This debt limit is bullshit."

the gang

2011-07-25T15:01:00.000-07:00

The main guy was Larry. He ran the pussy trade. That was the big money maker. The other game was the horses or numbers. Big Lou liked the fights. The person that ran it all was "Big Time" Jerry. Jerry being the meanest sonabitch in Chicago. He had grown up on the south side. He ran the numbers on the Black Sox. That was many years ago. Jerry liked to check in on Mondays. The main action was over. The fights had ended. The mob's fighter was Carmine Milano. He hardly lost a fight. It was all rigged. Jerry had his finger in all of it. If someone was skimping then it might be his head. A whore was shoving a cut in her garter, then her throat might be slit. Big Lou also liked to trim a little. He kept some for himself, nobody knew except Jerry. Jerry had seen some crooks in his day, but the rat Lou had crossed the line. There was only one "big time" and it wasn't Lou. "I want you to keep your eye on that fuck." " Yes boss." It was just the job for Sonny Big Eyes. The fact being Jerry should have put a bullet in Sonny's brain long ago. The main reason being Sonny was family. "I don't give a fuck if that quarter horse blows the lead. Put two grand on her." Things went fine for awhile. Sonny had been watching and waiting. "He still putting a little cheese in his pocket." "Good I want to kill him tomorrow night. Tell him to meet me at Antone's. You wait until I give the signal. I'll have Johnny clear everybody out. Then put one in his brain, soon as he sits down." So it was set. The gang did this monthly almost weekly. The track was turning up good numbers. Jerry liked that the jocks and trainers took marching orders. The game was set and the chumps lost. Jerry sat in a corner booth. He got a glass of wine. Then the pasta and more wine. Sonny came in and put the pistol to the back of Lou's head. The blood ran into the red sauce. Jerry laughed and lit a cigar. There was one less rat to deal with. The fights were going good. Carmine had won every bout. The fix was on for the next one. A local tough guy would take it. It went against the usual plan. The families almost always bet Carmine. The difference was the swindle would be on the golden boy. The profit would be huge as the suckers bet the line. "Call Carmine. Tell him he takes it in the fourth." The lie was too good. Jerry would tell the local tough man about the fix. Steve Stone was about the meanest sonabitch in town. He was not a favorite of the families but he would be Saturday night. Stoney would drop Milano in the eight. The judges would be prepped. The referees would be paid too. Jerry drove his Caddy to the back room. It was located next to Ralph's Pizza House. It was from here the money would be counted, and the whores came in off their shifts. "What ya make baby?" "Two hundred." "Damn quite a night for a skank like you." Jerry laughed and held out his hand. "I'll take one ninety. You can have the rest." It didn't matter what the whore's name was, so long as she was pulling in a good cut. In the morning, the track money would come in. Jerry needed a vacation. If he got time, he'd venture to Vegas. He could talk business. The problem was the families didn't like the bright lights. If the mayor stayed clean, profits could be raked in hand over fist. Getting away just might be the thing. Sonny was getting on his nerves too. A trip to Nevada was in tow. Jerry set his cigar in the ash tray. The cool breeze blew in off Lake Michigan.

The End

off the top of my head

2011-07-25T08:07:00.001-07:00

black uniforms
doing the drill
same thing
always
the next day
continue the kill
see you again
in our
den of thieves

2011-07-17T06:32:00.001-07:00

"Just chewing fucking lead."

Rick Perry

2011-07-15T14:23:00.000-07:00

Rick Perry is the governor of Texas. The majority of Texans hate him. He will soon announce his run for GOP president in 2012. He will run on a fake tea party platform, he is another Bush in disguise. He's no different from Obama aka Barry Soetero too. Perry wants a global government or new world order. His controllers are the same as all the recent presidents. They are globalist scum. He voted down the anti-TSA bill but claims to be for individual rights and liberty. He voted toll roads in Texas to be sold to Spain. He tried to pass a bill mandating that all girls in Texas must take an STD vaccine (several of which died after taking it). Don't be fooled if you vote republican. He is scum. Ron Paul is the clear choice in 2012.

rip bill

2011-07-15T11:32:00.000-07:00

american hero (Dennis Leary stole his act and still wasn't funny)

the war

2011-07-13T15:59:00.001-07:00

The war

“What do we do?” “Just implode them. Same thing.” The generals and pundits were happy. This is how it worked. Bomb a country. Then re-build it. Huge profits. The contracts grew. More and more money. More soldiers. More money. Then onto the next country. “What about Russia?” “You kidding me? We only want countries of brown people. Totally helpless. Think profits.” Larry Wilson worked in the mail room. “Just follow orders Wilson.” The government wasn’t perfect. It was a racket. “And another thing. We don’t report the number of kids we kill. Just standard procedure.” “Sounds good.” The wars went on. The profits kept rolling. “We even hired our own security. They keep things in line.” “What about the military?” “We use them too. Our security keeps tabs on them.” “I see.” The next day Larry had many papers to shred. “What about these?” “Shred them. Anything with kids killed gets shredded. Got it?” “Sure. What about these bank records?” “Shred them.” The next invasion would be Syria. “These radicals are taking over. What I need you to do Larry is take the plans to General White.” “Where’s his office?” “Just go downstairs. Take a left at the ladies crapper. You can’t miss it.” “Why Syria?” “It doesn’t matter. It’s the same story. We fund the rebels. Make it look like a revolution. The people want freedom. It’s all profits.” “I see.” “Just take the papers.” Larry waddled downstairs. He passed the ladies’ crapper. There was the office. The inscription read General White. Larry knocked. There was no answer. Larry dropped the papers in the mail box. Then walked away. “Did you deliver the papers?” “Yes.” “Let’s get back on Syria. We fund the so called opposition. Then put in our puppet dictator. It looks like freedom.” “What?” “Never mind. Can you pick up lunch?” “Sure.” “Well the general likes turkey on rye with mayo. I’ll take a ham on French bread. Brown mustard.” Larry scribbled down the order. It seemed like Syria. Just follow orders. We’ll take care of everything else. The traffic stacked up outside the sandwich place. The line was out the fucking door. Once Larry got inside, a small television was on behind the counter. It was a news flash. Operation Syrian Freedom. The bombs had started. The general moved fast. “Do you want mustard?” “I think on one sandwich. No wait. I think it’s mayo.” Larry fumbled for the order in his pocket. “It’s one with brown mustard. The other with mayo.” The news guy looked excited. His voice was jubilant. “The people of Syria have spoken. One collective voice. They want freedom. You can see the bombs now. Exploding just after three in morning.” “Do you want chips?” Larry thought a minute. They didn’t say anything about chips.

THE END

Hiatus

2011-07-13T14:27:00.000-07:00

Putting the blog on hiatus for awhile, why I focus on my new book. Best of luck with the writing.

1978

2011-07-09T17:41:00.000-07:00

She lived alone. She lived many lives. Her name was Jenn. She had several cats. They rarely came out. Jenn barely went out either. Her weekly trips to the store. The cherry wine. The Pall Mall cigarettes. Then the bus ride home. She had seen the faces before. It was the bums and unemployed. Most of them Mexicans. Day laborers. Jenn worked for the same company twenty five years. The job was nothing worth mentioning. Her retirement was eventual. They had a small office party. She didn't even like the cake. Now it was just her and the cats. There was the morning coffee. Her favorite was chicory. In her youth the family went to New Orleans. The beads and pomp made her smile. Jenn had forgotten those days now. Her Pall Mall cigarette lay in the ashtray. She had nothing to do on most days. The newspaper was read by noon. There were want ads. Some wanted maids. Some wanted part time maids. None really appealed to her. The cats were always hungry. The family never did like them. Her father had been a failed salesman. The job changed monthly sometimes weekly. It was nice to have a job in those days. FDR said the good times were around the corner. Her mother buried the salesman. Jenn buried her mother. The family up north had passed on. The small pension was barely enough to get by. Her neighbors kept to themselves. Busy with barbecues and church. She saw the postman a few times a week. A few weeks ago she sold the car. Her uncle had given it to the family. A fifty two Buick. She hated to get rid of it. The night was the loneliest. The cars going by outside. The sound of gunshots somewhere. It was nineteen seventy eight. Jenn wanted no part of it. The good days were gone. Something wicked had infested the neighborhood. Too many immigrant families. She couldn't blame them. Everybody wanted a better life. Her television programs came on at eight. Lawrence Welk and Barney Miller. They made her laugh and escape. The cats were there. A can of tuna on the porch. The cherry tasted good. Nobody checked in on her. Nobody knew. It wasn't their fault. When she died they didn't find her for two months. There was a small obituary. Jenn's life was there on paper. Most don't notice the lives of others. Most don't notice their lives either. The cats had a feast. Their loyalty is only to their stomach. The police said the body was chewed to the bone. Jenn had gone home. Now she could visit the salesman. Now she could look in her mother's sad eyes. The neighborhood went on. The churches filled up with the dead. The kids played baseball. The parties went on. Everything was planned. The funny thing was nobody noticed. They were ready to feast on what was left.

the end

thom

nothing to see

2011-07-07T12:31:00.001-07:00

HERE

Susie

2011-06-24T21:11:00.000-07:00

The house was at the end of the block. It had red paint on the front. The front door bolted shut. The shutters stayed down. Bobby Johnson had lived there his whole life. His daddy had been a bootlegger. His mother waited tables at the diner. She did other jobs after hours. Bobby dropped out of school. He liked weapons. Knives, guns, swords, and more fucking knives. Most of time he'd invite a victim in for a drink. "Sit down. Whatya take?" Then the sword. It sliced through a head like butter. Bobby's routine. "Sit down. Whatya take?" He feigned walking to the kitchen. Then the sword. Sometimes he used the guns. A shotgun, pistol, rifle, and his thirty eight. Made no difference. "You need to get a fucking job. I ain't cleaning up these bodies. The flies are getting bad." "Shut up! Get your ass to work at the diner. Suck a few cocks after your shift. I don't give a shit." "You shouldn't talk like that. If your father were alive...he'd" "I said shut up! Get the fuck out!" Bobby shut the door. Mom had been right. The flies were getting bad.

Bobby woke up the next morning, and took a hot shit. "Damn those grits." He needed a new kind of victim. He got tired of killing women. Sometimes he killed a man, but rarely. "I can get a kid." Bobby delighted in his plan. The thoughts raced in his mind. I'll need some ice cream. Kids love it. I'll need some rope. Got plenty of that. Bobby drove to the store. He got some ice cream. Some little wafer cones. Bobby knew several kids in the neighborhood. He liked them all. Susie Taylor. It was perfect. She lived next door.

"Hey Susie. I just made some ice cream. Would you like to go inside?" "Sure." Her little pig tails swung side to side. Bobby grabbed the cone. "Sit down. Whatta ya like to drink?" "Your blood."

"Excuse me?" "I would like your blood. Put a little ice." Bobby couldn't believe it. For the first time he felt fear. True fear. Susie licked her cone dry. "I want another one. Get me a root beer. Don't skimp either or I'll FUCKING KILL YOU!" Bobby hopped to the kitchen. He poured the root beer. Scooped another cone. "Here Susie." " I TOLD YOU NOT TO SKIMP! I DON'T LIKE IT WHEN YOU DON'T LISTEN." Bobby grew angry. We'll see how this bitch likes the blade. He reached into the drawer. They were gone. All his weapons. Mother must have hid them. Bobby swatted a fly on his forehead. The Texas heat blew in through the window. She was gone.

Susie may have won this time, but Bobby had future intentions. Mother had left a pot pie in the oven. Bobby sat down. He turned on the television. Bobby's favorite show. American Gladiators. The End

book

2011-06-23T16:25:00.001-07:00

I recently had my first book Laredo Down put in print, it came out nice. If you want one, get in touch, just comment and I will try and get you one. Nothing fancy just good reads. My new book The Neighborhood is done in print as well, same thing if you want one.

welcome

2011-05-28T07:30:00.001-07:00

welcome

to the
wormhole

FUTSA

2011-05-28T07:18:00.001-07:00

out of all

2011-05-22T17:23:00.001-07:00

other than
the writing on the wall
I can see it
coming
like the days
passed
and the music
fading into
the background
of our
lives

not much

2011-05-22T07:20:00.001-07:00

no more

dumbass of the year

2011-05-20T16:16:00.001-07:00

LET THEM EAT CAKE

2011-05-16T04:56:00.001-07:00

aloha neui

The uncouth

2011-05-14T06:59:00.000-07:00

"Where the fuck you been?" "I have been out of this fucking fuck hole." "You can go fuck yourself. Take that fucking mutt too." "See if I give a fuck. Your fucking ass won't last one fucking day." "Get the fuck out!" "I'm not done speaking my fucking mind. Sit your fucking ass down!" "I'll kill your fucking ass." "I'll fucking back hand you. I fucking pay the bills. I fucking work. You sit on your fucking ass all day. Watching your fucking soaps! Why I outta fucking leave!" "FUCKING LEAVE!"

Larry loaded his fucking shit in a box. He had fucking done this before. It was hot as fuck outside. He was out of cigarettes. "I left my fucking wallet", he thought. The knock on the door. "What the fuck do you want? I thought you fucking left." "I need to get my wallet. Where the fuck is it?" "It's on the dresser." "YOU FUCKING WHORE! You took the money!" "I did not." "Where is it?" "It's right here!" She pointed the gun. "Easy baby. I was just fucking around. Put it down."

"I got a better idea. Let's fuck. I'm gonna pay you." "Whatever you say. Just put the gun down." Larry followed her to the bedroom. "Lay down! Get undressed!" "Just put the gun down baby. Please! I will eat you out. I swear. Anything you want." "Anything?" "Yes."

She put the gun down.

"See you later bitch!" The first shot missed. The second didn't. "You still gonna eat me out?"

Larry was quiet now. He still was breathing. The gun was on the back of this head. "I'm not clean down there. You still game?" "Sure. Just put the gun away!"

She felt good. It was the best head in a long time. Larry brushed his teeth.

His leg felt better. Lady Luck. He'd be back in a couple days. She wouldn't.

the carnival

2011-05-05T18:12:00.000-07:00

the walnut avenue sat caddy corner to smiley dental just next to the mexican part of town between shit and nowhere most of them being born and dying in the same place some were already dead in may the first weekend the carnival rolled up with all her glory the giant demented ferris wheel and her matching phallus like merry go round the cotton candy and hucksters waiting for the first sucker it didn't take long to find one because one was born every minute the owner smiling a dirty smile counting the bills in his hand and getting sucked off under the table in his trailer while the crew took apart the shit and moved to the next town with nicotine dreams and shit eating grins five bucks for snatch and candied apples just look at it all a mirror of society don't forget the fun house the reflection of the idiots oblivious to the outside world with its crafty criminals in thousand dollar suits and banker hours deposited in off shore accounts the first person in surveys the carnival there she is with her temptations and shadows lurking in the american mind dull and shutter less aspirations with fragile ego and ninety nine cents popcorn stale and salty like pussy unwashed for months years black just there like

carnival

there she is

moht

oSAMA DIED IN 2002

2011-05-04T17:23:00.000-07:00

i mean after all

why not just bury him at sea?

not release the pictures

hype up the pat tillman story

hype up the jessica lynch story (made for tv special)

gulf of tonkin

9-11

wmds

go back to sleep, the gov loves you and wants to stick their hands down your pants at the airport

more quality writing soon (no more professional wrestling..i mean politics)

thom

capital

2011-04-30T14:47:00.001-07:00

capital

The Princess

2011-04-29T19:19:00.000-07:00

"What dress will she wear?" "She'll wear whatever the fuck we say." The commoner had been picked out. She fit the role. "I don't want her filthy peasants around. Put her family on the back row." The queen let out a royal fart. "And another thing. The fucking pig needs to be on the spit." "Yes your highness." The wedding was another farce. Get the sheep riled up, and implode the economy. "They'll be too busy watching the pomp and circumstance. Then grab more money. Just tell them another bank crashed." "Yes your highness." The queen spread her legs, and called for her lover. "William, you treat mama good." "Yes your highness." "Quit saying that. Now go to work." William went to work. "That feels good. Listen I need to tell you something. No don't stop. Just listen." The queen leaned back, and grabbed a cigarette.
"The only reason she is getting to be princess, is so we can use her. It's like that other bitch. What's her name?" William came up for air. "Diane." "Oh yeah, that bitch. Like I was saying we'll use this bitch too. Get her behind some bullshit cause like climate change." William nodded his head. "That's it. Little more tongue. She'll die in about two years. It will give time for our tax." "Tax?" "Did I tell you to stop? The fucking carbon tax. It's more bullshit. More money for the crown." The queen lifted William's head. "Run along. Check my fucking pig."

The wedding went perfect. The morons lined the street. The queen ate good. More bullshit toasts, and meet and greets. The queen retired early.
"William! Get your ass up here. Gonna need some help tonight. Get the toy."

In a few years, the carbon tax started. The crown really raked it in. Same way it's always been. This inbreeding shit really worked.

The princess died a year later. It was another fucking car crash.

the scissors

2011-04-28T18:32:00.000-07:00

they looked good
sitting on my table
where I write
often
nothing comes out
the blades were sharp
cut open a box
the other day
I held them
up
they glistened in the light
I put them under my throat
do
yourself in
the thoughts
of it all
but I heard them
in the lighted box
spewing something
that wasn't
all that
important

Nobody cranks them out like Thom

2011-04-24T07:42:00.000-07:00

(An editor from Thieves Jargon once asked if I was one person or a collective of writers. I just write. You can sort through the bullshit. I will keep them coming.)

The Beach

The New York Post blew the top off the thing. Larry Wilson read the headline. It meant nothing. The cunts on Wall Street. It was their game. A rigged casino. “Where you headed?” “I’m bound for Startzville.” “Where’s that?” “Half way between shit and piss.” “Good luck.” Larry waved goodbye. His train was leaving. The other passengers seemed excited. Their hopes still alive. “Would you like something to drink?” “Vodka seven.” The little stewardess had a nice ass. “Sir, we don’t serve alcohol.” “Why not?” “We like to create a family environment.” Larry smiled, and lit a cigarette. “Family? Hell that’s what’s wrong with this country. All these famillies raising pussies.” “Sir, no smoking on the train.” “Why?” “The danger of second hand smoke.” “Second hand smoke? The pussies need some smoke. They never lived a day in their life.” The stewardess left. Larry stared out the window.

“Get your ass up there! Your job is to get the gear on the beach!” Larry remembers it all. The pussies never experienced it. They suckled momma’s teat. The train rolled on. Down through the great mountains. The countryside seemed to be hidden in a mist. Something was lurking beneath. “Sir, would you like something to drink?” “Just bring me a cola.” “Right away.” Larry grabbed a small flask. He kept it tucked inside his coat. The first hit felt good. The trip became better. Larry didn’t notice the woman. She was sitting across the aisle. Her legs were long. Her hair jet black.

“Excuse me? Where you headed?” Larry wanted to break the ice. “Dallas?” “Texas. I’m headed that way. Little place called Startzville.” The woman turned her head. She got lost in her book. “What you reading?” “I’m trying to rest. Maybe we can talk later.”

“ I BET YOU NEVER DEALT WITH A CANNIBAL JAP!” The nice assed stewardess ran over. “Sir keep your voice down. There are children.” “FUCK THE CHILDREN! I WANT ALL YOU CUNTS TO LISTEN! ALL OF YOU ARE ON THIS TRAIN BECAUSE OF ME!” The train got quiet.

“Sir, you need to go with the officer. He wants you to leave.” “I WILL NOT!” The policeman deployed his taser. It took about three shots. Larry lay face down. His mind began to drift.

“Get your ass up on the beach Wilson! Keep your head down!” It was over. Larry was in the back of the squad car. “Keep your mouth shut old timer.” Larry still had the flask. He took a snort.

The End