more crap |
I see wood. Fine wood grain, definitely not oak or pine, probably something cheap because I smell lucky strikes and cancer.On the table, thee are hands, old old hands, hands too old to hold a burning ...
Posted by on Sat, 06 Oct 2007 18:09:00 GMT |
crap |
Thomas was a red rose baker. He set up shop every morning to greet the morning sun with a wedge of cantaloupe beneath his front door. He had many patrons, many of them furiously addicted to the red ro...
Posted by on Sat, 06 Oct 2007 18:08:00 GMT |
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i am subject to a fee; flaming manatees and dirty orange bites spoiling my apertif, headless belgian wheat. I am not unsaved or wretch'd, but it doesnt pity me to suck the life from this fresh meat, a...
Posted by on Sat, 06 Oct 2007 18:04:00 GMT |
the aquarium |
(summer)tripping on shrooms with a (friend) who is soon on his way to a bad kind of way, on the (orange line) back from the (aquarium) and a cold (commercial district), its (5 PM), and anyone knows, s...
Posted by on Sun, 24 Dec 2006 22:54:00 GMT |
Who reads this?? Nobody but me |
I live in filth. I wake occasional mornings to rake the muck into piles of functionality, transient mounds soon to be dispersed without bias or remorse over the godforsaken hardwood canvas that is my ...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Jan 2006 13:48:00 GMT |
shaming, a higschool essay by my brother and I |
The failures of the current system of criminal justice in the United States beg for reform. Across the country, we have jails overflowing with criminals who on average have a much l...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Jan 2006 20:20:00 GMT |
Goddamn it Harlan Ellison, I don't even necessarily like your writing...... |
Through the walls I hear the thrumming of rain on the ground outside my window. Ancient muted rhythms that sounded before my understanding of life and will live long after I leave m...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Jan 2006 00:47:00 GMT |
