true friends don't move to kentucky. |
This is an interactive blog. Write your name, and I will tell you what I think about you. And don't worry, I'll only say nice things. The goal here is to flatter you, and make me feel better. I also w...
Posted by john. on Sat, 28 Jul 2007 04:03:00 PST |
hibernation. |
I can't go anywhere he without being depressed. Only couples go bowling, and then proceed to make out. Skateboarders see me passing them on the street and give me the dirtiest looks I've ever seen. In...
Posted by john. on Sat, 14 Jul 2007 09:21:00 PST |
a lonely trail of dust. |
Right now, I'm on my floor using my labtop. The packers are here and they're moving very quickly through all my stuff. The landowner of this house has painted it piss-yellow, and I don't even recogniz...
Posted by john. on Mon, 11 Jun 2007 10:36:00 PST |
Make This Night Loveable |
by Auden.Make this night loveable,Moon, and with eye singleLooking down from up thereBless me, One especial,And friends everywhere.With a cloudless brightnessSurround our absences;Innocent be our slee...
Posted by john. on Tue, 29 May 2007 04:24:00 PST |
and this must be what it's like. |
I thought my junior letter to myself was pretty good. So I'm going to put it up here. Enjoy.Dear John:Remember me? The Junior you. Yeah, you're cool. This is/was part of the English final and I am wri...
Posted by john. on Tue, 22 May 2007 07:56:00 PST |
relentless as the the tarantula. |
[And no, this does not apply to anyone. For those who were worried.]by Charles Bukowskithey're not going to let yousit at a front tableat some cafe in Europein the mid-afternoon sun.if you do, somebod...
Posted by john. on Mon, 26 Mar 2007 10:28:00 PST |
saint patrick should be more merciful with that pistol. |
Do us both a favor, and don't ask me how my weekend went with my mother.I'm tired of my rants. I hate her. And you know I hate her. So don't ask.A perfect ending to a horrible break, no?Enjoy your St....
Posted by john. on Sat, 17 Mar 2007 10:20:00 PST |
a temple of the holy ghost pt II. |
[yet another passage. i love this woman.]She did not steal or murder but she was a born liar and slothful and she sassed her mother and was deliberatley ugly to almost everybody. She was eaten up also...
Posted by john. on Mon, 05 Mar 2007 09:52:00 PST |
a temple of the holy ghost. |
[passage from a short story by Flannery O'Connor]"Howcome you be so ugly sometime?" the cook asked. "Those stupid idiots," the child said. The lanterns gilded the leaves of the trees o...
Posted by john. on Mon, 26 Feb 2007 10:07:00 PST |
sweat, chills, and a gasping breath of disappointment. |
Today I was sick. And tomorrow I will be sick. I shouldn't have gone to school today, but I was expecting my English group to present today, and I had a government test. Due to Mrs. Vaughn's neverendi...
Posted by john. on Thu, 22 Feb 2007 06:12:00 PST |
