I was recently reminiscing about an old friend named Eriq from highschool. He was an odd young man during those years, and one could asume that he had been quite odd for most of his life. It was a nature thing. The same downright cruel trick that gave him enormous ears also was responsible for his bizarre outlook (and in-look). I think it was his ( Read more... )

Thrush. I believe it is a kind of apple. Or maybe a tomato. Definitely a produce of some sort. Thrush. What a fucking word. Drips off the tongue like someone else's saliva. Thrush. Like...hush...and thrash. Like thrust. and rush. like so many things. A word that takes me by the ankles and heaves me high...dangling to and fro. Hither and thither. ( Read more... )

not my pinky. not my thumb. not the one who points. but the other two. omar and sally we'll call them. they are the dangerous ones. i will always look at them carefully because of the things that they do. i pull back the other three and slide these two fingers deep inside. I sigh. smell mediocre beer and leather jackets. now, my thumb. about two ( Read more... )

Today I have an interview to cook at The Margarita At Pinecreek. I am quite nervous. I must get a haircut. That I am only slightly nervous about as it will probably contain the same number of prying questions but I will not be required to answer truthfully. Occasionally, when I am in the barber's chair, I make myself a winged cosmotron and tell the ( Read more... )

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I thought about Rachel Asleson last night. For many minutes. Left her a messege. She was a very big part of my life. We went to The Imax Lion King together and talked foreversville in her car evenings. I believe she was the first girl I fell achingly in love with. We shared a heritage which helped fuel matters. The story ends much the same way they ( Read more... )

I never once did read that goodbook. Not once - not never. Oh, I could recognize Genesis if I heard it. The begining anyway. I s'pose anybody could. And I thumbed through revelations to see if it were something worth waiting for (I've always smelled the apocolypse on the wind. All ash and achoo). But I never did read that goodbook like they suggest ( Read more... )

No one really ever knows what's inside of a particular peanut. Oh, yes, we can hypothosize; we can guess with reasonable accuracy. But no one really ever knows for sure until they strike the shell against a lawn-chair or a skinny knee-cap, peel the fibers apart and search inside. Much is left up to assumption. On a similar (though not identical) ( Read more... )

All that shit I said last night ( Read more... )

I live in a heaping pile of yesturday's goods. I forgot how ugly I was until I saw Emma's livejournal post. I've never killed a Korean...and I don't eat 'dog'. But let's go rollerskating. Just the 2 of us. With our dirty orange quads and their delicate crossover techniques ( Read more... )