Damn, I’m Deep*

A heart-shaped balloon blew into my yard. Partially deflated and struggling against a ribbon and plastic weight, it flailed and twisted in the wind. I watched through the window for a bit before cutting the ribbon. Then, I watched it float away. Until it was gone. *I’m exactly like that intense, pot-head, stalker kid in […]

Gerry Hayes

I mostly sit around all day and drink tea. Occasionally, I write stuff and send it to strangers so they can humiliate me and deride my efforts. Other than the self-harm to dull the shame of failure, it's not a bad life. Like I say, there's tea.