verifiedalias: an unofficial persona

“Why can’t I fall in Love” always reminds me of Samantha Mathisdancing in Christian Slater’s back yard, with the FCC around the corner The entire James Laid album takes me back into your bedroom,every song except for that one they played in the bars,the one that sneered at how pretty you thought you were. there…

having toured the settingsettled on possible monikerspurchased implementsand cursed the length of time over and over between pains and vomit it closes in sleep nowturn up the radiosmokedrink excessivelycurse continuouslywatch loud movieseat in front of the teevee get it out of your systeman impressionable soul looms

He was always on the wrong end. His father, whenever he had a loose tooth, threatened to punch it out. He pointed his imaginary gun at the school one day.He thought school shootings were “Pretty Cool”.Empathy echoed in his ear. He got very sucky sometimes, and when he decided to sit out of class activities,…

These are common devices:chains and pulleys and latches and knobs.These are common urges:sex, fear, hate, lust, negligence. further from this,we find ourselvesin need. these are the skills we cultivate.this is the yield. to be sold and sold and sold to;beyond this we are nothing. after the things that move the machineand the things that keep…

There could be nothing to this. There could be laughter or knashing of teethI could have been horribly dedicated to the causeTo swift sinking of ships docked at the wharfTo the never anyone there when I callTo the swift blinking of lightsThe shading of facesTo the sad state of affairs shifting across the stratosphere She…

He had said it. Sitting around the yellow couch at 4am with Kenny G and rock and roll Dave. “…if I was ever in a movie, I’d want Mickey Rourke to play me, that guy is fuckin’ hard core.” And there it was. Before there was a character to cast, Mickey Rourke would play any…

Overheard in reference to…drawn connections with…inferred relationship with…at five years old …another “Virginia”this no longer a reference to flourishing Dogwood “Carry me Back to Old Virginia”or leave me to walk under my own steam we knew and we tried Oprah.we pointed many fingers.who could have stopped this?Not Me Billy, Not Me.

there can be no mistakingno greater abundanceno greater strength all of these whispers are in separate voiceshard to decipher but still singular in their deliverychoral discord every strained beckoning variance of faithevery tired tried forced eventual reduction of immanenceI have tried hard to follow you I have tried hard to find your trace footsteps upon…