What is the most Google-able blog post title?
Nude photos of your favorite celebs.
Why Donald Trump is Jesus incarnate.
Incarnate is too big a word.
The smell of oil upon the asphalt of a racetrack at 3am, hours after the race has concluded.
Vomit on a sidewalk outside a bar is an unknown story, and possibly an unremembered one as well.
Vomit on a sidewalk outside a bar is a ghost.
Who knows themselves well enough to be sure they aren't lying, and aren't they then lying even more?
I've convinced myself, but who else?
High school stoner.
CD box set.
The expenditure of theoretical money in one's head.
Insipid key changes.
When I see an acoustic guitar, I assume the worst.
I'm just fucking with you now.
A birdcall lacking in conviction.
A hare staring at me. Eyes reflected in streetlights, body in silhouette against a construction site.
I don't believe it either.
Mix 5% wet.
Vacations to vacation spots.
A series of unconnected statements that don't even mean much to me.
Do they seem significant?
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