Author Archives: DickensianJack
Buddy told me about The Information Man, told me there were days you wanted to die, that all 92,775 miles of a harmonica perfectly tuned to Georgia might just show you rest and take you to a convenience store with a … Continue reading
The Voice will try to warn us by running rings around our heads, speak in lowly chorus. But then, my friends, we’ll just pretend that ghosts of what we did and said might not come back to haunt us.
Usually when I see a link to a news story and some long Facebook status of someone posting their opinion on it, I usually just think something along the lines of ‘self-serving dickhead’. I know this fits the same category, … Continue reading
Alright, this is about six months old, but Angus persuaded me to record a video for it. Not too sure how it sounds compared to reading it. Still, was fun finding out.
The burning paper leaves a scent of disappointment in the air. It permeates, cuts, right to the bone. It stings, it feels like a tattoo digging into the skin, digging deeper deeper deeper. You can taste it, drag it from … Continue reading