angles and frames |
Ashley said the moon is in Pisces, so I took her advice and wrote.The shiny pink of the inside of her ear is a shell you tell your stories to. She'll listen graciously, without letting her heel dig to...
Posted by libby the mimsy borogove on Tue, 23 Oct 2007 01:59:00 PST |
I recommend pleasant. |
Elwood P. Dowd: I'd just put Ed Hickey into a taxi. Ed had been mixing his rye with his gin, and I just felt that he needed conveying. Well, anyway, I was walking down along the street and I heard thi...
Posted by libby the mimsy borogove on Sat, 13 Oct 2007 02:04:00 PST |
The world according to a melon-baller on the faux marble counter. |
She was just leaning on a piano, two gin and tonics past small talk, letting the chords tremble all the way down to her heels and back to her shoulders. All eyes on her or none, Madeline didn't give i...
Posted by libby the mimsy borogove on Fri, 28 Sep 2007 01:08:00 PST |
Chi dara fine al gran dolore? Lore. |
The first time I ever did mushrooms I remember watching this yellow flower bloom and then wilt and then bloom and then wilt, and it almost would have made me cry in that appreciative, circular way if ...
Posted by libby the mimsy borogove on Thu, 27 Sep 2007 02:38:00 PST |
I love that Klosterman devil. |
This is the greatest thing I read all night.
Posted by libby the mimsy borogove on Sun, 09 Sep 2007 01:31:00 PST |
knit me a history |
I've grown bored with the plotGrowled the line to the dotBut I'm certainly notA tight-shoelaced have-notSo if I should forgetA quick-wit silhouetteI'll have won my own betWhich'll knock off my debtAnd...
Posted by libby the mimsy borogove on Sun, 09 Sep 2007 12:57:00 PST |
Heres a little ditty I like to call |
Seventeen waking hours in a day. Seven days in a week. About sixteen weeks in a semester.I start classes on Monday and my books are already busy building mazes in my brain, Danielewski leading the way...
Posted by libby the mimsy borogove on Fri, 24 Aug 2007 09:22:00 PST |
dot dot dot dot dot dot and maybe a brief polka |
As Felix scraped at the curve of a lemon with his index fingernail, he began down the spiral staircase of convincing himself that her pupils were in fact nothing like what he'd once mistaken them for....
Posted by libby the mimsy borogove on Wed, 27 Jun 2007 10:14:00 PST |
I need to twenty in french. |
I am such a terrible procrastinator, and now it has come to bite me in the ass. I have four papers to write, three of which I have done absolutely no reasearch on. I have sixteen journal entries to pu...
Posted by libby the mimsy borogove on Fri, 18 May 2007 11:03:00 PST |
And the queen bellowed, "Nevah have I seen such utter nineteenery!" |
Huxley put the first thought into my head. I am not a square peg forced into a round hole. I am not designed to chase solemn roman numerals on an outline of my life. I am not as skeptical as my mother...
Posted by libby the mimsy borogove on Mon, 23 Apr 2007 09:30:00 PST |
