blogging since 2004
The audio blog of Soulcruzer aka Clay Lowe.
In which I explore the most important question we can ask ourselves.
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I want to impress my girl with my new Gucci underwear. I race to the bedroom and get undressed before she makes it to the top of the stairs. She spends a half an hour in the bathroom. If it were any other night, I would be asleep by now. ...
She smells like onions. It turns me on. I can tell by the way she walks that she has been walking through her daddy’s fields. I had to build up the courage to ask her out. We dated for about a month. Then one day she came over to my...
I had a spell of enlightenment. I chased that down with a cold patch of dark madness. I found my head again, but now I am fighting boredom. I want peace, love, and harmony on the one hand; and on the other, I want beer, battle, and bitches. I keep...
She is young. She is single. She has no ties. She could up and leave at a moments notice. She could travel the world if she wanted to. Every day she sits in the same coffee house, at the same time, drinking the same drink, wearing the same dark blue...
tick tock tick tock listen to the sound of the clock that’s your life ending one tick tock at a time
I heard the door close on three good friendships this week. As I listened to their footsteps stagger down the street, I paused to reflect as to why. Friendships, it seems to me, tend to gently drift apart over the course of time. Unless, of course, the friendship ends because...
her legs are long her heart is black listening to her cradle song is a natural aphrodisiac into her arms i fly her cherry bosoms bloom a dazed alumni of her secret room i’m under her wheels now praying for time to end if only god would allow her to...
I sit here in Starbucks. I watch the crowd of people make their way to work. Wouldn’t it be better if they, if we, were all headed to our own Woodstock to share love for one another in perfect peace and harmony? Or is that too tame? Does anybody have...
