Monday, October 8, 2012
Friday, October 5, 2012
Aphliktions by Dante Hadley. Every now and then I wonder why I left the city where I was raised. Kind of like forgetting how painful getting a tattoo is until you start your next one. I wrote this as a reminder of why sometimes leaving home is the best and the worst thing you can do.
Flipping Birds. Running away from home goes horribly wrong
Vixens: the art and obsession of dante hadley 48 pages of a few of the girls hanging out in artist Dante Hadley's portfolio.
Black Sheep Ashtray: A short collection of short stories.
Broken Ohm: This is my most recent work. These stories are about the times I spent wandering over the last two years all around Tampa. they are about my attachment to gadgets and my dis-attachment to people.
Friday, August 3, 2012
How many different ways do I have to say goodbye to you? We tried to be friends but that shit was toxic and unpleasant. To me that generally means we should not really hang out that much. The whole breaking into my house and killing my pets was the tip off for me. Strangely enuff you thought this was a just a "bump" in our relationshit....I mean relationship. Contacting my mom was classy....but due to that fact that I been a grown ass man for the last 30 years it didn't have much of an effect. Trying to friend my ex-wife on facebook was priceless, problem being she could not give 2 rats asses about you and the crazy you wear around like a hat.
The simple fact is: go away. None of the fuckery that led us to this point is gonna end up with us together. Or even speaking. Whatever positives you brought to my life (if there were any) were drowned in the never-ending sea of negative shit you swim in. I don't want any part of it.
This is not a love letter. I feel like I have to say that to you, cause I know that any interaction between us seems to be seen as a step in the right (for you) direction. This ain't that. This is a formal cease and desist. Cease calling me and desist making me want to see your flesh torn away from your bones by angry mange having dogs. You are excused. Your services are no longer required. Poof-be gone! Out damn spot! Pick out some rocks and kick em.
No really, I mean it.
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Friday, April 27, 2012
I was feeling a little hungry while I was at the strip mall around the corner so I decided to try something. so I decided to walk into the dollar store and see what they had. 9 dollars later I have plan. I got salmon and shrimp and frozen vegetables. so far so good.
but you know there had to be a problem. and here it is...
This freaked me out. I was not ready for the shrimp eyes..or heads. Legs or scales either. I'm not proud of the way I got rid of all that....with scissors.
And it was cool..til I noticed a lone shrimp eye stuck to the back of my hand....after I finished eating. Then I made noises most men would carry to the grave with them.