Pontiac Narwhal

Yearbooks

    The children all sketched what the sad days looked like to them and the drawings were all long and dark and full of shit.  The teacher regretted assigning the assignment immedi...
Posted by Pontiac Narwhal on Sun, 09 Sep 2007 10:51:00 PST

Being Stared At By a Dog

    I was just reminded today by an old friend of mine that it's really important to occasionally let everyone know how you really feel about things.  I had a bad dream the other n...
Posted by Pontiac Narwhal on Wed, 06 Jun 2007 10:07:00 PST

Unlimited Chirp

    The basket and the jug slid down the hill to the bottom and that was the end of their journey.  Their adventure began at the top of the hill where they sat on the ground that ...
Posted by Pontiac Narwhal on Wed, 28 Mar 2007 11:25:00 PST

Berries

    Dagwood cried when his mama died.  He placed her in the bed of his truck and drove down into town.  He got eighteen dollars for her bones from the local junkman and went t...
Posted by Pontiac Narwhal on Tue, 20 Mar 2007 11:36:00 PST

My Immortal Pets

     The roof of our living room leaked for about ten seconds last night.  I finished the NY Times crossword in ten minutes this morning.  Nic put a piece of toast in the...
Posted by Pontiac Narwhal on Tue, 06 Mar 2007 06:20:00 PST

Mayonnaise and Pussy Juice

    Got up this morning and deposited into the toilet a gnarly wad of beershit.  Looked like a heart dissolving.  Then I pulled a tiny metal bar out from the back of my neck.&...
Posted by Pontiac Narwhal on Tue, 20 Feb 2007 01:12:00 PST

A Travel

Pat and Gary were stumbling through the dark and foggy city, laughing and passing a glass pint of blue raspberry MD 20/20 between them.  The lanes they passed down were unfamiliar to them but typ...
Posted by Pontiac Narwhal on Mon, 18 Sep 2006 09:36:00 PST

Standing on a Lap

Pat and Gary had reached an impasse.  The lands that they had traversed seemed to have narrowed into a bit of a peninsula.  Flanked by oceans of stormy waters, on the tip of a land, they had...
Posted by Pontiac Narwhal on Fri, 08 Sep 2006 12:35:00 PST

I Am Owed Reparations

Every time I approach a jukebox I am filled with dread.  They are notorious for ripping me off one way or another.  Tonight was no exception as I began to insert my quarters into the Cunt Ch...
Posted by Pontiac Narwhal on Tue, 29 Aug 2006 01:23:00 PST

Say, Crumbling Basket Up On the Treelimb, Speak For the First Time To Me

I'm always looking down when I look.  Looking for a basket to open and take the inside thing to have for my own.  Sidewalk, grass, dirt, puddle.  Sky to the back of my greying headhair....
Posted by Pontiac Narwhal on Wed, 02 Aug 2006 01:57:00 PST