Blog Entries from Christopher de Raismes

  1. Can I borrow you lighter?

    A mourning soul, nothing more than a half carton of Marlboros, stands there pleading for an escape. I understand why, but seeing myself in another is too hard to handle. All I can do is accept his wish and pass my lighter over, hoping it'll provide some comfort and resolve. Then the utterance of passing chatter withers into solitude.
  2. Just passing time and the bottle

    "The Dirty Bird" gets passed around one swig at a time, poor old Mr. Pibb nothing more than another chaser. "You go to the movie theaters and have to pay fifteen dollars just to piss!" one slurs. The same old banter and blues pours out of the bottle, down the gullet and back out again. Holy ****.
  3. At a Loss for Words

    The clearing between the pines was brown with decayed needles covering the floor. Looking out, the milo grew high and power lines hung loose. There were gun shots in the distance, coming from the farm further down the mountain. As I moved out of the clearing, the soles of my boots sunk into the soft ground and my hands glided over the tall grasses. I followed the trail further up the mountain and when I glanced back, the roads were far away. Another shot echoed in the distance. I could...
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