
He said he wasn't afraid to die. But that isn't easy to say. We have done this many times before. Died on the cross. He has a tendency to open his mouth. There is some magical intervention that brings your mirror image to you in your cab. We see life.
I turn a little key in my neck: a zombie redneck key. That is the only way to keep things calm.
Saturday, June 24, 2006
Taxicab Diary: First Entry
Posted by
Companion of Oblivion
at
5:05 PM
0
comments
Monday, June 12, 2006
Taxicab Journals

I was outta the jungle for awhile so I wasn't ready for this: she was sweet and ready for anything. She felt sorry for me because I was pathetic. I felt sorry for her because she was hot. The first thing outta her mouth was "I'm sorry."
Posted by
Companion of Oblivion
at
8:36 PM
0
comments
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
Mental Illness for the Masses
Michael Jackson is a lonely man. His mental illness is on constant display for the whole world to see. But Michael is not evil. Michael is the Frankenstein monster trapped in the castle and the mindless, evil mob is setting fire to it. Just as in the classic Frankenstein movies, the deeper truth is that the 'monster,' a.k.a. Michael Jackson, is a victim of horribly strange circumstances while all the while the masses are cruelly projecting their own sins on to him.
POOR MICHAEL JACKSONSTEIN! No satire intended.....
Posted by
Companion of Oblivion
at
6:01 PM
0
comments