Appalachian American Ennui
Didn't people die every day that you did whatever it was that you did before the day that you died? All while the uncomfortable truth emerged and whispered that you made no good goddamn difference, while the others stress to burnish into new time the lie that says that even that has got to stand good for something, even if, in truth, it was good for absolutely nothing. Below zero.
Saturday, August 15, 2026
Sunday, August 9, 2026
Saturday, August 8, 2026
Wednesday, August 5, 2026
Paul Smith
That burly, troubled, spirited man above, depicted while supervising the construction of the metal bridge on the Montgomery Road, was the love of my life. We went to jail together in Roane County when I was still in diapers. He ran off the road, drunk, and I had shat myself well. I remember it. No shit.
Tuesday, August 4, 2026
Saturday, August 1, 2026
Modest Mouse - Heart Cooks Brain
One word in these lyrics ruins what could have been a mediocre tune: "Burger."
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