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I long for the days
Of misspent Japanese youth
Parallel dreamland

Yes, folks, it's been quite awhile since I last blogged, but I'm back and ready to get this party started! I've spent the past several months cavorting with vampires, touching down in international waters (more on that later), and generally just devouring--and writing about--music and film as much as possible. Unfortunately, spitting out 140 character bursts proved easier than blogging in these hectic times, but as verbosity is my forte, I long to return to this handsome webspot to spill words by the thousands and images worthy of stealing.

Thus, please stick with me over the next few weeks as Verbose Coma goes through a bit of a redesign and I get this choo-choo back a chuggin'. Until then, a haiku for you:

The lonesome whistle
Desert train, tumbleweeds, rain
An eagle circles.

Train tracks in El Paso on a quiet Saturday morning.

Manhattan Friday
Cocktail doves, cafe lovelies
Pavement Lullaby

Swept under the rug,
Ancient velvet history,
Dust to make you sneeze.

Got Sass? Poise? Body?
Got field potential and legs?
Sign up! Give up! Cheer!

The above photo is from what is, quite possibly, the best three seconds of television I've ever seen. If you haven't been watching the CMT reality series Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders: Making the Team, I highly recommend it and all reruns. Trust me, there is no reality show that tackles its subjects (in this case, "true athletes") with more wicked sincerity and gratuitous irony than this one right here. You will witness verbal lashings of extremely healthy women and their 1% lack of tone (Trainer: "The Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders do NOT HAVE girls that BIG!!"), the horrors of too much eye makeup, the underlying importance of a high kick, and lessons in being more "gracious and fun" on field trips to frozen margarita bars as taught by "this book you should read by Jackie Onassis."

You will laugh, you will cry. You will learn how necessary it is to put the squad before your 7 year-old daughter ("she said she was serious about this team!"). Most importantly, though, you will be entertained like you've never been entertained before.

Click here for more information and show times. This is comedy gold, people, and the woman above is my new hero.

The stuff of nightmares...
Purple Pie Man stealing souls.
Eighties childhood dream.

Twisted. Contorted.
Interested in pogo.
She's always boring.

Red leather mini
Riding up newly tanned thighs
What I wear for love

Welcome back Verbose!
I missed you in my coma.
Awake and dreaming.

Hi everybody. We've been gone awhile, and now we're back. Rested/invigorated/enchanted. There was a capful of rain, hidden tropical waterfalls, and spurts of minor urban spelunking. There were random parties and ecstatic chit chats with other lonesome souls. Sometimes photos were taken. Sometimes words were written (for others to speak). Now, here we are. Again. Alert and loud! We want to scream. And sing. And laugh. Smirk/sigh/sneeze/spit. Live live LIVE in New York and the world at large. Bless.

We will write words. We will take photos. We will share our broken hearts and mended minds and sometimes cacophonous rantings on everything and nothing and something in between. Stick around if you'd like. We're sure glad to have you.

Wanna play Scrabble?