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FebruaryFeb 9 Monday 09
There is no hell, just a life of not knowing.
I adjusted the links on this blog through the act of addition.
---Being linked is the second base of blogging.-----
-----We can now send shirtless pictures to each other----
I am back at work now, the bad work where I stare into space and inside the faces of people who …
FebruaryFeb 1 Sunday 09
A new post. Yeah!!!!! Pop the cork baby because this is France without the air travel hangover.
Mark Baumer of Everyday Yeah! asked me about my home. I answered his question without taking a hostage.
Everyday Yeah is a place that makes me smile. I enjoy it with my morning coffee as I shine my boots that have a switchblade hidden in them.
I reviewed a wonderful piece …
JanuaryJan 30 Friday 09
As I stand now...
I AM GOING TO PUNCH YOU IN YOUR FACE. now it won't hurt. to even think i could hurt you would be true fiction of science. WHEN I DO HIT YOU, FOR THAT MOMENT YOU WILL NOT RECOGNIZE ME. YOU WILL WONDER WHAT I REALLY AM. I COULD BE A GOD OF PAIN. I COULD BE THE SYMBOL OF …
The damage is done, now who is going to hose this side walk down.
A woman fell outside the coffee shop. She was fifty, give or take a few birthdays. Dark red blood ran down her forehead after the result of her knees giving out. She lied on the pavement. She didn't move aside from an occasional moan and still breathing movements. The …
The Lynch
"That's a great shirt. I loved that show." The fifteen-year-old kid bagging my groceries said.
He was talking about this shirt.
And about this show.
I paused for a moment. To be truthful I don't hear that about shirts I wear that much. I looked at the kid taking a moment …
It's in the air baby.
The air is bankrupt.
What people feel always becomes palatable and understandable in the air. Okay, so a given group of people are speaking of hope and believing in it, but these people, as they spit h-o-p-e out of their mouth they are truly scared.
Scared of losing. …
Breathe.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Each time your lungs fill you are closer. That's what everyone says.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Everyone says to just keep breathing--faster each time and soon God will be upon you.
Everyone said God's touch feels like your floating, that you can still …
The shell opens up. It doesn't crack. Try to break its seal and you will not see the sunlight ever again.
With one drink I begin to smile. Look at my teeth; it only takes one whole glass of German mechanics to make them shine. I hope you enjoy this moment because, as we both know, my stained and crooked chompers are special guest who don't come around that often; my teeth …
A Mix Tape of Words. Vol 4.
For the past few days I have hated all words I have formed; this goes for what I have scribbled, what I have typed, and even the awkward minutia that has been coming out of my mouth. This is why I have not written anything as of late.
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I had a …
On/Off/On/Off/Silence
One of my external drives just turned on without being plugged into my computer. The computer tells it to get ready for data, it touches where it like to be tapped, and a light lights up accordingly, which is joined by a loud metallic hum. The light and sound just gave …
Feeling like a throw out.
This is what I look like all day.
I am sick. There is no trick of shades and computer magic to that image, that darkness over my face is the shadow everyone sees of me, all day long.
I can never write when I am sick. When I try what comes out is usually awkward thoughts …
A MOMENT WEAVED BY AN ADHESIVE
We were sharing a moment, that I can attest to, but we were not coalesced together in the manner most feel that statement defines. There was no idea we both clutched to, there was no moment where our eyes met and ideas were exchanged through a system of winks; our …
Hot and drippy, right off the presses.
The first issue of The Ampersand Review has come out.
Look at that cover. It's big, purple, and screams a warning that action words are housed within the binding.
I have a story in this virgin edition called "God vs. Player D". In this story a cat dies. At first people …
Because it is Sunday, I guess some reverance is in order.
She said nothing but let herself fall slowly to the carpet, like a leaf in fall that decides it wants to finally touch the ground. She just laid on the floor moving her magic eight ball around her as she looked at the door at the end of the hall, a small light crept and …
It must be declared (an excerpt)
I am Moses. I march down the mountain with a stride that can only come from a possession of knowledge; a knowledge that no one before has clutched with sweat filled thoughts or even come within a close reach of before me. What is this message I bring to you--my masses? …
New Lamination Colony
I have a story in the new issue of Lamination Colony.
Believe it. Receive it. This issue as a conglomerate whole is rescission proof like alcohol. Print out the stories and words that haunt you, delight you, excite you, and make you want to ride a snowman into hell. You …
It has happened. I will not rejoice. Never.
We have all been swallowed up by Oprah. Very little mastication was even done to get us there, which is actually here. We all reside in her belly, writhing around like bodies in an orgy looking for the best get that can be gotten. No form, nothing too discerning, just …
I was a bird.
I sat outside your window and watched you for most of the night.
I was surprised you didn't see me; I mean I was there for quite some time. I clung to the branches of that mighty gargantuan oak outside your window like a child clings to the grim reaper when thrown from a …
Document 2
Some days I'm terrified of a blank page. I sit frustrated that the document has no proper name for saving and the page mocks my hopes, dreams, and imaginations.
Some days I cannot wait to get in front of the computer. I close the shop with a quickness that makes me …
Heavy petting literature
I have a review up on Gently Read Literature on Noah Cicero's Treatise.
By my count this is the fourth review of Treatise I have done. I might be able to reenact the entire book with no crib notes by this point. After four personal times reading the book and numerous …