a manifesto |
in no particular order.....*if life is A to B, art is to be, and if two plus two is always four, then art is always for something.*in art, there should be a reciprocal shift between presenter and rece...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Jul 2008 09:21:00 GMT |
an idea we have |
one day art desired to be easily understood. what motivated this desire is still unknown, but sources have revealed it to be based upon topography, or the generalizations of any given environment. a...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Apr 2008 16:03:00 GMT |
letter of fictional regrets/ page 1 |
Dear Mr. Kiernsven,My name is Solomon Lemell, and I'm writing to you in the final moments of the circle. It has been exactly 55 years since the last letter written to you. In those days, we were bot...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Jul 2007 06:29:00 GMT |
CHAPTER 2/ the business plan for ups and downs, you and me, and dead people too |
You see, the world desired to eventually be moved, but not in the beginning.At first, all was dandy, as it observed and took notes of the mechanics of daily operation, all of the ups, downs, rounds an...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Jul 2007 17:20:00 GMT |
CHAPTER 1/ The business plan for ups and downs, you and me, and dead people too. |
No one thought it would be this hard. Everyone hoped it would be easy.If all of the mothers of the world could hear the voices inside the children, there might not be a need for clouds, or seas, or f...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Jul 2007 05:02:00 GMT |
just a piece of love (short story) |
Asher made a demand during the middle meal as students passed his first teacher and his soup. Fire comes out of his mouth too often, two days in a row. His problem is based on the length of his tail...
Posted by on Sat, 30 Jun 2007 05:05:00 GMT |
i can't take love anywhere |
the eyes consumed him as she blew a sound from within her memory.he had not felt the concentration of love since winter.treasures are meant to be found, but who are they looking for?does love change i...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Jun 2007 05:42:00 GMT |
forget why we left there |
my heart is on fire,raining from the inside out of the age i am insquares don't fit in the circle unless you cut the corners offi'm trying to be a man before i'm over youI can't go back to our first h...
Posted by on Wed, 20 Jun 2007 05:40:00 GMT |
the pace of a tired turtle |
they scatter and form like schoolslike fish, but peopleopposable thumbs reaching for fabricbanana bagpajama pantsany shapes and sizesput something in themshit and legshands in / hands outrudely maneuv...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Jun 2007 06:59:00 GMT |
the beginning of chapter two |
The doctor is sound asleep, and for an old man, he breathes quite well. You could hear a sloth snoring, if there was one, but there is only the doctor and you....silence.
Find your story.
All st...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Jun 2007 09:09:00 GMT |
