peanut butter jar of crayons and pipe cleaners on my window sill. too many clothes on the floor, too many to forget.

he had a collection of wind-up toys that filled up two shoe boxes. Some were plastic, others were of the metal persuasion. I wonder where they are now? They are probably in the basement he never will see.

old possum doesn't really know the truth, but I suppose that doesn't bother me that much. He still has a pipe and sits most proper on his rusty wheels, so heck, truth is really just a lie with too much cred ( Read more... )

a plateful of squares in the showcase ( Read more... )

just what way I was supposed to go, I am not too certain. I still went though. stepped outside my new workplace, after witnessing someone biting into a chocolate covered orange roll and being caught by mall security immediately after. apparently, the dude forgot to eat it all, and so was ratted out for that. he was ordered to eat it, then leave. so ( Read more... )

His name was Barnaby. He always sat next to Beatrice Grundon, and never that one girl with the pig-tails. I am not sure why ( Read more... )

Why don't you get out of here ( Read more... )

elevator sounds and smells. awaiting the musty stench of the orange shag floor cover that so many of these brick cases have inside. go to the 26th door. yes, the one on the left. he knows you are coming. don't worry, really, don't worry ( Read more... )

Forrest Reginald and Drake Puddington waltzed their way through gym class by clinging on to Professor Beaton's every word and request. Donuts here, coffee there. Always two packets of sugar, stirred in until an invisible heart attack awaited in each mug. Glug, glugglug glug ( Read more... )

stark yellow tiles burst like my throat when I puked that one evening. do you remember such a night ( Read more... )

I never knew why I loved you so much ( Read more... )