Thoughts while eating Pad Thai after therapy By Seamus O'Sparks on July 18, 2017 — 1 min read There is the word, there is man Of the world, and the light To puke his way past To reason his way out Liver of life Dier of deaths He can’t remember when the sun wasn’t a hard-boiled egg yolk Stuck to the sky The man, created he shopping malls and soda pop in his... More
I had the most fantastic dream last night By Seamus O'Sparks on August 25, 2016 — 1 min read I had the most fantastic dream last night. I dreamt that a bird was “buzzing” me. In response I began to reshape my head (which had the feel and consistency of clay) into a long thin tube. I grabbed a basket and worked my noodly dome into it. As my head lay coiled in the... More
By Seamus O'Sparks on November 13, 2015 — 1 min read TOMORROW(11/14)-Chasca plays Swan Dive in Austin with The Red Direct/ Gogo Fuck Yourselves and Trashy And The Kid courtesy of Wicked Bad Concerts! And now, one of the worst poems EVER: Organic Girl Organic girl dropped by last night For nothing in particular Except to tell me again how beautiful and serene she feels On... More
I drink a lot By Seamus O'Sparks on February 25, 2011 — 1 min read I drink a lot. I drink vodka every morning that my gut feels sour. And my gut always feels sour. This morning was no different except that I took Rod Stewart out to breakfast. Rod’s all spit and no balls these days. He kept winking at me and asking me to cut his steak. He... More