A story |
http://www.themiddledrift.ca/bfd/warmth.doc I was given the picture that appears at the end of the document and told to write about it. BFD!
Posted by on Tue, 24 Jan 2006 19:32:00 GMT |
An email from Your Friend |
Youve just stumbled across this email from Your Friend. Youre sitting in the library or at your desk at work, your computer at home. Maybe youre at a friends house and youve sneaked into their ...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Feb 2005 22:40:00 GMT |
Chiang Mai poetry, Ronald. |
Accept This
I sat, waiting
For my cigarette to
Finish.
So I could pick up my pen
Without putting down
My Beer.
Then it did, and I realized
I had nothing
To say.
Except this.
BFD!
G...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Jan 2005 22:03:00 GMT |
Where am I? |
Arise with the birds. 4:00am. Watch bleary-eyed as the sun struggles to penetrate the smog covering the city like a soft stinky quilt. Cook a pot of unidentifiable noodles over an open flame stove,...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Jan 2005 03:28:00 GMT |
Shackled |
I dont know,
I was 17 or 24 (or maybe 10).
Either way, alone.
Drunk.
(Maybe I wasnt 10; back then I was high on something
so potent, I cant even remember what it was.)
The world was an oyst...
Posted by on Sat, 25 Dec 2004 00:04:00 GMT |
... |
Linguistic ArousalThe words you say. The words? I hear you say.Yes, they are what intrigue me.They delight me, girl. Invite me. Theyre meaningless. Simply sounds. I make my living from interpret...
Posted by on Fri, 17 Dec 2004 11:17:00 GMT |
Existentialist this! ? |
Here's a couple I wrote on the bus today.The BusWe can move, can't we?Two rows ahead,Talk to the girl.Three rows backand to theleft.Chastise the Man.Yet the bus moves, too.Bringing us somewherethat we...
Posted by on Sat, 20 Nov 2004 18:12:00 GMT |
Scholarly Wanker |
She looked vaguely familiar, though I couldnt place her name. This has been happening more and more frequently as Ive been conducting a three-week stress-test on my body with alcohol being bot...
Posted by on Thu, 28 Oct 2004 10:29:00 GMT |
Pretty Girl and the Smell of Fear |
So, Im out of class an hour and a half early. Well, thats misleading; I left class an hour and a half early, and I went to catch my bus. As I sit down next to a pretty girl, she sidles further awa...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Sep 2004 23:15:00 GMT |
Urine, Apples, and Dandelion Wine. |
I had possibly the funniest 15 minutes in the history of 15 minutes intervals on Friday. After sleeping in, I caught the one oclock bus to get me to the Power Plant. I met a Bruce Campbell look-ali...
Posted by on Sun, 19 Sep 2004 17:50:00 GMT |
