Sporadical
There is where everything else goes…which is most of it, really. Truly terrible things that should not live, but must be written in a way not unlike taxidermy. No relevance, except in forced hindsight, these are thoughts, rants, creations, and fubar observations that have nowhere else to go.
by Jason Thomas Kocher April 16th, 2009 Writing » Sporadical »
Clearly…a butter lamb…
The Book of Me on Easter 2009 translated through a warbly rough Vox Continental.
I awoke that morning…to find the rock rolled away from the entrance to the cave, and my lord Jesus Christ naked, smeared with mud…leaves twisted into bunny ears on top of his head…a half-crazed, half-pained look [...]
by Jason Thomas Kocher February 23rd, 2009 Writing » Sporadical »
I stayed up far too late last night and as it faded into day the owls that live deep inside my head hooted that it would be best for me to go to the Hellgate Post Office…NOW!
Yes…the Hellgate Post Office.
You DO NOT question the owls.
Standing in line for the second time [...]
by Jason Thomas Kocher October 30th, 2008 Writing » Poetry » Writing » Sporadical »
This is NOT your father’s Perry Como…
Did your father have a Perry Como?
So, you’re saying…oh…he didn’t…
…hmmmm…
Well…
You know what…I don’t think this IS a Perry Como…
…
…um…
…
NO! It IS a PERRY COMO!
It may not…um…
…it may not be…not YOUR father’s Perry Como…but…
…oh…god damn it…
I’m Thomas K…and I’m not
by Jason Thomas Kocher October 17th, 2008 Writing » Sporadical »
Each year, a rather fantastic parade of wonderfully imagined costumes and impossibly constructed floats and contraptions helps celebrate Halloween in New York City’s Greenwich Village.
Or so I am told. I can’t remember actually ever going.
Regardless, this year there is a savage plan.
I had thought of other personas to go as in the past (Lupin III, Marx Brother [...]
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