O.V. Wright - "Ace of Spades"

I forget when I lost perspective on the situation. I mean, you never really remember that, right? If you did, you would have known it was happening. It's like a magic trick, the trick of it is usually at the beginning and you spend the whole time waiting for the trick to happen, and then when all of a sudden it's happened you're surprised. That's the way I felt, I woke up and it was like I was living with a stranger. It was like a stranger was in my kitchen, making strange toast and drinking strange orange juice, making strange sleepy noises, sighing over the radio. It was like he had disappeared long ago, and only now was I realizing the switcheroo. I still recognize the clothes, the framed pictures, the towels, even the smell, but the face, the face is completely different. I can't shake that, even in the cool fall breeze, a fresh new cigarette, there's no shaking that. There's a leaf stuck to my boots, it's wet and stuck there. I tried picking it off with my fingers but it broke apart and stayed in pieces on the heel. [Buy]
(thanks, Mike Long!)

Floating Action - "Marie Claire"

Am I on the right bus? These people don't look like 168 people. Too upscale. Too many clean coats and nice umbrellas. Too many iPods, too much make-up, too many stoic down-turned faces buried in books, clean shaven and smelling like fresh de-odorizers. Too many fur-lined high-leathered sons-of-bitches. Too much unspoken guff. Not enough window-staring, broken soggy shoe stretching, jean jacket patching. Not enough scared eyes, sad eyes, eyes fixed in one emotion for life. Not enough pure visual confessionalism, untried disheveled physical loveliness. Not enough unexpressed smile. Not enough bus. Oh right. That's a wrong turn. ding. [coming soon]