constructionwork-career diagram |
One day in forth grade. Clayton was busy working the dust buster. Though apparently hunting scrap paper cuttings, in actuality, he was carefully modulating the bristles: creating a more soothing freq...
Posted by on Sat, 26 Jan 2008 10:52:00 GMT |
winfield resurrected |
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Posted by on Sat, 26 Jan 2008 08:59:00 GMT |
send a postcard |
go below a waybombpin up show.just left to digless time to finda blown up daylets goaway.fuckingfastashell.hit leftto right all throughthe town. cut through the yardand jump the fen...
Posted by on Mon, 17 Dec 2007 23:04:00 GMT |
I'm Not Dating Again |
A girl gave me a hug and two boys became my friends. We go to a beach party with a rope swing. One airplane passes over like two white sparkles outlined in grey. Everybody takes their turn on the ro...
Posted by on Sun, 13 May 2007 16:52:00 GMT |
numb |
Bratty Opera (out of context)The street obeys all social rejects. A music-hating fiend can't help but see.Watch a body.Attempt a movement.Wet and hurt.Not this hour.Three-thirds power.Whole numbered =...
Posted by on Sat, 23 Dec 2006 10:49:00 GMT |
The Bottom of Crime |
I had no money until Friday; it seemed appropriate to use a credit card. After ordering a value meal, I pull up to the window, roll down the window, and place my credit card between the rubber lips. ...
Posted by on Sat, 23 Dec 2006 10:45:00 GMT |
The potentially already pregnant garden attendant. (april 2005) |
We had both earned long and low wages that day. It was time to finish our chore for Kaw Valley Greenhouses. There was really nothing to be done. Next garden center located at a Dillon's. I told Bri...
Posted by on Sat, 23 Dec 2006 10:36:00 GMT |
octoberfest 2005 (yeah I know, don't read it) |
Had an argument with my mom, decided to run 13 miles to punish my body. 24 years old and living one block from my parents in a town that goes no further than 6th street. It was Friday and I jumped in...
Posted by on Sat, 23 Dec 2006 10:35:00 GMT |
Southern Hospice Casuality |
I jest average articulation, just to keep my head above water. Work has become my lively-hood. My neighborhood is the ghetto. Bicycles are stolen, wallets are grabbed, and cel...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Jun 2006 10:33:00 GMT |
