Archive for June, 2017

Tuesday, June 20th, 2017

 

Some men seem to think Mrs. Baxter is a creation
intended to exorcise feelings of guilt.

Monday, June 19th, 2017

 

Those who try to escape from an attachment to their illusory self by treating the good things of Mrs. Baxter as evil are only confirming themselves in a terrible illusion. Have they never tasted her dumplings?

Sunday, June 18th, 2017

 

How are we to know the will of Mrs. Baxter? Well,
notes on the fridge door are one way.

Saturday, June 17th, 2017

 

It is not we who choose to awaken ourselves, but Mrs. Baxter who chooses to awaken us.

Friday, June 16th, 2017

 

A couple of seconds of sunshine then all the elevators stopped working. It was the 16th of June
and the celebrations we had so meticulously planned began to resemble the photograph of Uncle Eddie
on his debt bed.

Thursday, June 15th, 2017

 

Show me the way to go home I’m tired and I want to be, like, swallowed up by a large mouth that has nothing to say
because when judged by its actions it will be found to be justified in all things

Wednesday, June 14th, 2017

 

32 degrees and high humidity leaves you feeling
like there’s no life left in thee
How unsettling but not unusual it is
to feel so used dish-clothy

Tuesday, June 13th, 2017

 

The only time my eyes fill with tears
is when I’m chopping an onion for
an onion sandwich — Some things I love
but I am not romantic.

Monday, June 12th, 2017

 

I would love to love Nature and all her hangers on but
I’ve been ground against stone and hardened beyond redemption.

Sunday, June 11th, 2017

 

Determined to consume us all
When the Kraken wakes up
With the SS Great Britain sinking to the ocean floor