Thisblackhole.com |
Well, folks. I said I would never sell you anything. I am not about to start. This webspace, though, is not the sort of place I want to support. There are too many ads here, too much spam, and ...
Posted by on Tue, 30 Jun 2009 14:33:00 GMT |
Reformed Pirates Support Group ________ [October 2008] |
for Shawn"This weekend I was in the grocery store, and they had all these gold coins, right, for Hannukkah or whatever the fuck?" She sighed and twisted the hem of her skirt in her hands. &nbs...
Posted by on Tue, 21 Oct 2008 20:37:00 GMT |
The New _____________________ [September 2008] |
for Chris The smell of gasoline is stinging my eyes. Even though I only soaked the second floor and the stairs, it seems as if the stench has made its way through th...
Posted by on Mon, 08 Sep 2008 03:05:00 GMT |
Get to Work _____________________ [August 2008] |
It occurred to me after I put the shovel down that my wallet was missing. Fucking lazy, really. There are two options as I see it: Dig it up, revisit the whole mess and...
Posted by on Sun, 17 Aug 2008 11:12:00 GMT |
Void (posted for Ms R) _______________ [May 2008] |
Voidposted for Ms R, because she asked nicely What if it's all true? What if what they tell me, that the stone foundation is crumbling, that it was never strong ...
Posted by on Mon, 05 May 2008 17:08:00 GMT |
Those Thoughts __________________ [April 2008] |
Today I received an email from my friend Angie. She wanted to know how I was doing and thought she’d send me a word game to entertain me. The instructions w...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Apr 2008 06:42:00 GMT |
(untitled) ________________________ [March 2008] |
When you asked me to cover for you it wasn’t to conceal one of the many things you&...
Posted by on Mon, 17 Mar 2008 08:32:00 GMT |
Three Rosy Apples ___________ [February 2008] |
Three rosy apples fall from a bag, and are kicked across the floor. Rolling through the dust, the apples group together, pinned in a corner. They consider their situation...
Posted by on Thu, 28 Feb 2008 07:15:00 GMT |
from the broadcast room __________ [February 2008] |
from the broadcast room The sound of a chair scraping across a concrete floor jarred Chrysa from her nap. In the dim light of the grey office she registered the presence of t...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Feb 2008 21:35:00 GMT |
You could always put it to a vote ... |
Been getting some morbid e-mails asking if I'd killed myself. Um... no? I mean, I don't think so. Lately I've been a bit quiet. Scheming, busy, tell...
Posted by on Fri, 22 Feb 2008 16:30:00 GMT |
