December 2009
0 posts
nerdgasms:
andshesback:
It isn’t Christmas...
July 2009
1 post
Set and go, apply breaks, puts the car through the window — and sounds weird, but that’s just how it happens and it’s something like when gravity blinked and, more especially, the homeowner who’s stuck with a Buick on the upholstery. A Goddamn. It’s night outside, and you can see the sky that’s been chalked up there. The stars. Moon. Burned-out streetlights like snuffed-out candles. And the...
May 2009
1 post
“When she’d finished, she walked on tiptoe over the planks that wobbled beneath...”
– Excerpt from Vuelo de cuervos (Flight of the Crows)
April 2009
1 post
oh god. like a drug.
March 2009
4 posts
“I wanted to play a painter, blind from birth, who hears the murmur of colors in...”
– Susan Sontag - The Benefactor
Poker Player's withdrawl
This is the time that’s yellow and gangrenous on the flesh, that makes black impressions that run across the top, winds around hairs and pricks pores. It’s the time when tired humors, mocked — they’re brittle specks of ink on the page — rise like some phoenix molting, tearing up prematurely and deciphered by the madman.
“I have been assured by a very knowing American of my acquaintance in London,...”
– Jonathan Swift - A Modest Proposal
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“Voice was lost in a sea of technology and alcohol, smelling strongly of cheap whiskey and typewriter ink. It dropped like a stone into the oil, lighting fires in the waves and blackening the lungs of the forefathers that drifted nearby like great sea lions, tusks bared, tooth and nail ready to defend the precedent. They barked. And snarled. And within corpulent bodies, there was a stifled glow,...
February 2009
7 posts
“Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.”
People are Dinosaurs Sometimes
Oh gee, golly gee whiz. There are these two just wonderful people. Better than wonderful, in fact. They’ve learned to use their mouths in a vacuum, where there is no sound, where sound lacks the right to exist. But man, they’ve broken the glass of whispers and murmured gossip and transcended to some plane where apparently it’s just peaches ‘n’ cream to yell in the...
So there’s this girl. There’s this girl with a toothy smile, dimples and the whole package. She’s got these eyes. Man, pale blue with rivulets of green that branch out from the center like slivers under plateaus of calloused skin. At that moment the earth might have ended and I would have been none the wiser. She was there. I was here. Fuck, man, I don’t even know her name. She has red hair.
25 Things That Very Well Might Be Random (a la...
Rules: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it’s because I want to know more about you. Or not. Maybe the people I tag will be eaten by dinosaurs. That’s a lot more exciting.
1. I feel as though my...
It never ends
beyondthezero:
Fine fine FINE. I’m not done with you, Tom. I guess I never will be. Why, you ask?
Well, the young’uns dropped their first issue today, and the cover story headline is: “Welcome to the Reel World.” AH! The reel is the real is the reel is the real……it never ends for me, really.
The only continuity has been her name, and Zwolfkinder, and Pokler’s love — love something like the...
Those Fine Young Gents
I’m growing increasingly concerned that those fine young gents living in the frat house next door might not be failing to fulfill the basic nutritional requirements that would place them among the living … As for why?
Theory the I: Maybe their mothers were practicing a passive-aggressive euthanasia that just didn’t quite pan out. They must be convinced that a diet of Natty and syphilis and...
January 2009
7 posts
For the past five minutes or so, the can of Pepsi that I’ve been nursing in the hopes of jacking my eyelids open before crashing in a spectacular blaze of saccharine and other stuff has been issuing a muffled hissing. It really does go quite well with the rattling of the A/C and sex of the neighbors.
Question I: Is it worth the decayed teeth and bubbling innards? Oh, you betcha.
Trenton Trenton Robespierre
Something old to drown the gap:
Trenton Trenton Robespierre, the ill-faced boy, with the pallid complexion, was in the manufacturing biz, specializing in the systematic manufacturing of religious icons and tupperwares. At ole’ PS 217, they were eating from the Shroud of Soup Tureen, a collected residue of various culinary oddities, spiced with salt and tomato paste from plastic, bottled by...
Documentation of life in the fastlanereadysetgo when the world was so caught up in a w h i r l of news and excitement and broadcast infotaintion, streamed and beamed live on the infosuperhigh, that it just up and forgot about the roses, pansies, daisies and other sorts of polygonal and organic and carbon-based “life” forms and went straight for the vat of asphalt labeled red with wide, brash...
caffidicts? ok.
There are those with drugs of choice. Pin-pricked skids and ballooning glands, red eyes and smoking tears, clouded vision. And then there are those like myself. We take no drugs, allow no illicit chemicals to invade orally, intravenously, anally into pristine human forms. But as for approved chemicals, driven to the stores in FDA approved vehicles and passed to merchants and distributors and mom...
caste of fruits
good to see that those bananas are staying where they belong; that is, below superior, rotund fruits; that is, not shaped like phalluses.
see a doctor if it burns
Like a high school junior’s stubborn pursuance of stilted prose, covered in photocopies of photocopies of stolen documents that tell you how to write and how to write at least all right. There’s a need to be bright! vibrant! use punctuation that pummels a weary readers eyes with black stuff and then breaks their shins with a bowling pin and an orange. Without it, what is there? Then you’re all...