NOW AND THEN
March, 2012 November, 2011
I hate horses is true. First sentence of JC, a future publication from Livingston Press.
Well, the story of how Virginia left her suitcase on top of a cactus in the Mojave Desert is too complicated to go into here. Let’s just say it involved a herd of buffalo, a train, and a first edition of The Great Gatsby.
In this photo, the deadpan pop singer of the 1940s has just remembered that she left: a. the light on in her garage. b. her heart in San Francisco. c. damning evidence. d. her suitcase on top of a cactus in the Mojave Desert. e. without tipping the Stab Master.
The Starved Mandrake Assumes A Negligent Position In Reference To His Hidden Bride’s Desires
Following a brisk workout on the racket ball court, the Ghost of Christmas Past and the Ghost of Christmas Future lay sprawled on the bench in front of their lockers. “That reminds me of a game in 1922,” said the Ghost of Christmas Past. “I don’t care. Next Thursday is really going to be something,” […]
Peering through the lovely blossoms is the local troll. Much of the creature’s right arm fills the lower left of the frame. After taking this picture, the loon had to step lively, I can tell you. Unfortunately, the rapid shoot and run left the loon with this less than satisfactory portrait of the troll. Nice […]
The loon’s saner self has signed a contract with Livingston Press to produce JC, the fictional memoir of a ten year old boy describing an eventful year in his life on a Northern California hippie commune/vineyard in the late 1970s.
I am nothing but a corpse, a body at the bottom of a well. The opening sentence of My Name is Red aligns pretty well with William Holden’s voiceover at the opening of Sunset Boulevard.
TYPE YOUR WAY TO HAPPINESS by Secretariat the Horse RENDER YOUR WAY TO HAPPINESS by Lard Ringner HOP YOUR WAY TO HAPPINESS by Bill the Kangaroo PILLAGE YOUR WAY TO HAPPINESS by Cool Hand Loot DIG YOUR WAY TO HAPPINESS by Jonathan Livingston Clamshell