My Struggles |
More than anything I really just want to get this leech off my back. It has been there since breakfast, and I have been meaning to take care of it all day. But of course there were the errands to run....
Posted by eli hopkins on Tue, 10 Oct 2006 12:21:00 PST |
How To Walk With People |
When walking with a companion I choose to place myself somewhat behind and to the right of said companion, that being the advantageous position should said companion try anything foolish. If said comp...
Posted by eli hopkins on Fri, 14 Jul 2006 10:54:00 PST |
Victim in a Vacuum |
It had now been several days since his only love had been gone---days that spread like years across this clean expanse of fibrous blanket---she was there and then she wasn't: spirited upward and away ...
Posted by eli hopkins on Wed, 07 Jun 2006 02:43:00 PST |
To Have and Have Lots |
How interesting, Doyle was thinking. The good Doctor had just finished telling him how he was dying, tossing at him some polysyllabic words Doyle didn't care to comprehend. All Doyle could think about...
Posted by eli hopkins on Mon, 29 May 2006 05:51:00 PST |
My Life in Mail-Thievery |
more or lessi should start wearing pants i'm toldbecause the neighbors are compainingand my ass is freezingwhat the hellhappened to my pantsbut that's all liesmy neighbor isa liar he says i steal his ...
Posted by eli hopkins on Wed, 05 Apr 2006 02:47:00 PST |
Jim Gets Promoted, But Not Really |
Jim entered the office of his employer, Mr. Weaselby, having been summoned there under the auspices of collaborating on some sort of special prjoect. No details had been provided to him, and the fact ...
Posted by eli hopkins on Tue, 21 Mar 2006 05:17:00 PST |
Common Deceptions |
Upon completion of an exhaustive body of research, I have uncovered several startling facts which I will presently disclose to you, my faithful readers: The original contract regarding the Louisian...
Posted by eli hopkins on Wed, 15 Mar 2006 05:55:00 PST |
Grandpa's Excellent Adventure |
No one really knew what to think when Grandpa came home with a mohawk. And it was a pretty unusual one, due to his onsetting male pattern baldness. A sort of swirl of grey protruding from his speckl...
Posted by eli hopkins on Wed, 02 Nov 2005 11:46:00 PST |
Plaid Baby |
She was leaning against the brick façade of the Plaid-Pantry
Like a pretty angel of death.
Black denim as faded
As the twilight of her years. Hair feathered
Like so many instruments of flight.
...
Posted by eli hopkins on Fri, 14 Oct 2005 04:43:00 PST |
the private journals of rupert murdoch |
The Private Journals of Rupert Murdoch The Private Journals of Rupert Murdoch to be published after my acceptance of the Nobel Prize for Literature (editors note: it may be tempting for a reader to ga...
Posted by eli hopkins on Mon, 19 Sep 2005 08:13:00 PST |
