don’t try to tell me
you.. you don’t understand how hard this is, because you’re not in here. all you can see, is how much i’m letting you see it’s …
Category: Asta di Pesca
….asta being a lingual fishing rod of ambiguity and subconscious prattling….
The original Asta di Pesca was a blog written from a distorted perspective of the subconscious, with intentionally high ambiguity, very open interpretability and often referencing concepts personified as characters that the author or reader was interacting with or responding to. Nothing is real, but everything is intentional.
The name came from a typo of the author’s original screen name, mutated into a joke, then translated through Spanish and into Italian. It popped out as “Asta di Pesca” and I liked it.
Take it all with a grain of salt. I do.
git momma another bourbon
there’s nothing like falling into a void, trying to catch your breath as you learn to fly… hunt me down, catch me, cage me. we’re …
apples and oranges
something brought back something, a something i wanted nothing more to do with, but it came, bit me on the ankle, i have nothing i …
who what why?
how many times do you have to ask me why i am who i am? crazy for asking myself that question, and yet you expect …
cold of heart
wandering around with fear in my heart, hoping like hell he doesn’t notice. fear smells like blood, blood stains, and he cut me with a …
spring
i’m waiting to see if i can find a man and a tree to cover me with the scent of spring while sexual innuendo springs …