A Moment With Mary

Detail of 'Mary Death' by Matt Tarpley, 12 June 2015.

I confess I couldn’t muck this one up properly, so, you know, here you go. Not quite Mary Zen, but, you know.

You know what would really suck about Utopia?

Having nothing left to hope for.


Tarpley, Matt. “Prepared”. Mary Death. 18 June 2015.

Morbid Filler

Should I pitch a fit about motorcycles?

Actually, why would I? It accomplishes nothing useful.

Then again it is also true that the latest Bug Martini brings to mind less pleasant associations with the two-wheeled demons.

Triptych detail of 'Bug Martini' by Adam Huber, 11 June 2015.Like how it seemed really weird, once upon a long lost youth, how it turned out that as everyone fought over loud music to the point that they had to make up general noise ordinances, someone somewhere tried to exempt Harley Davidson motorcycles specifically. That kind of hurt the rebellious glamour of the legendary bikes for some, but nobody really cares. The thing is that if I try to compare rap music and McDonald’s, it wouldn’t make any sense to you, but that actually has a small chapter in the story.

Never mind.

There are the bikes that can still be heard racing along the state highway near my home, and I do mean racing.

Or the time … I mean, you know, the first time your child sees a scene and knows someone has died. Seriously, the bike pretty much exploded when it hit the car. Maybe not in the fiery sense, but it was scattered in small pieces. Luckily, the body was out of view.

I don’t hate motorcycles. I just need filler. And, well, I don’t know, blame Adam.


Image note: Triptych detail of Bug Martini by Adam Huber, 11 June 2015.