The Curse of Curiosity
after WALL-E
JAKE
you dont wanna know where i found this song
so when my buddy comes in he just about knocks the door off its hinges—i know because i saw the hinges crying about it later—and he says to me that i gotta go set up the record player for a forty-five.
Sex Ed
A Poem
Eight-Year-Old Self Writes A Story
Good stories should have the things you like in them: the glittery, jewel-toned things otherwise unattainable.
A Hand In The Clouds
Arthur worked this job. It was a job that he didn’t understand. It was a job that nobody understood. It was a job that required him to drive to these towns and villages and neighborhoods and look at the trees.
I Wish I Was Blue Moon
I wish I could know that warmth
Ode to the World’s Largest Honky Tonk
A feeling of non-existence: