The Postmodern Chronicles Of Hayley

Gabi promised we would go out today, so I took the day off school. As he requested, I called him at 11am to wake him up. I was greeted on the other line by a perky automated-voiced “Hi there!”. In true ‘insert-name-here’ fashion, the perky voice on the opposite end of the receiver instantly deepened […]

JIM MORRISON 
Wow, I’m sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain
South
Cruel bindings.
The servants have the power
Dog-men and their mean women
Pulling poor blankets over
Our sailors.
I’m sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the tv
Tower, I want roses in
My garden bower; dig?
Royal babies, rubies
Must now replace aborted
Strangers in the mud
These mutants, blood-meal
For the plant thats plowed.
They are […]