All these young cones seem to talk about is getting their “steps” in.
Well, I’m too old to count my movements.
I’ll just stay down here, thank you very much.
I am out of step with the latest trends.
I am Cone Alone.
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No change, of heart
I was planning on calling you after so long.
I was planning on saying I’m sorry.
I was planning on telling you it was all my fault.
I was planning on crying, for once.
But I was out of quarters.
I am Cone Alone.
Road rues
“Come out west,” they said. That’s where the action is. “We’ve got plenty of jobs out here,” they promised.
Well, I ain’t seen shit.
I can’t believe I left the city for this.
I am feeling deserted.
I am Cone Alone.
Baffling scaffold
Who knew this would be so heavy?
I mean, is it even really safe for me to be holding this by myself?
Hey buddy. Hey. Hey!
Nothing?
I guess I can’t really ever trust anyone to help. I can only rely on myself.
I am not even getting overtime.
I am Cone Alone.
Smother me mother
Oof. Ugh. Uhh.
Um.
I am crushed by the tremendous weight of circumstance.
I am Cone Alone.
Frost bites.
I am normally buried this time of year, but this is ridiculous.
I am (snow) Cone Alone.
Happy holidays to all the fans and everyone constantly supporting this project, especially:
- Mike J.
- Bobbie J.
- Allie J.
- Adam J.
- Kira J.
- Janice C.
- Kathy G.
- Justin P.
- Yana W.
- Cole W.
- Cajsa J.
- Jane M.
- Paul K.
- Rachelle S.
- Emily C.
- Michael P.
CCW
People see the tattoo and they assume.
They think they know me.
I lost my job eight months ago.
I was working on a street in Reston, Virginia. I was earning a steady check.
Then the construction was finished.
“No construction here,” they say to me.
I am out of luck.
I am more than you think.
I am Cone Alone.
Steps. Family.
Nearly 1200 miles.
Twelve hours.
Two layovers.
One flight of stairs to another Thanksgiving with the family.
I smell turkey, but I am chicken.
I am Cone Alone.
Unheeded
“Piso mojado,” dude.
I totally told you: “Piso mojado.”
“Piso mojado.”
I tried to warn you, but it seems
I am Cone Alone.
Harboring secrets
Eerily floating in the harbor.
My origin a mystery.
Is this costume or insidious plot?
Are you drowning in the intrigue?
I am flotsam.
I am jetsam.
I am Cone Alone.
Photo courtesy of Cajsa L.
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