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Heart Attacks and the Homeless
So I was hanging out with Alex Friday night when Pierre asked if he could come over. I said sure. He ended up sleeping on the floor. I ended up finding out that one of my best friends has been homeless for weeks and has been eating at soup kitchens. So I called my dad. I know most of you don't know my dad but he's a surly, extreme right-wing, gay ( Read more... ) -
If you call then I'm coming to get you.
I started at Convergys yesterday. It's not bad. Not great (I could do without the 45 minute drive each way) but better than some of the jobs I've worked. I have some friends who worked there and I hadn't heard good things, but I'm looking forward to having a real schedule again, and actually catching up on my bills will be very nice.
Brand New's ( Read more... ) -
Update
Got a job at Kirby. They told me all about how their new program guaranteed pay, unlike they way it used to be run which is why it has a bad reputation. Well, it's still shit. Now it's just charismatically disguised shit. I'm writing about it.
Have been bumming around looking for a new job. Not very enthusiastically, because now it looks like I'm ( Read more... ) -
The tide
Music used to be my refuge. Lately it's become my battle cry. Now, there's nothing wrong with letting music shout the words you can't say to the world, but oh do I miss letting it wash over me and hold me close and let me feel that feeling where your stomach is churning ever so gently and your limbs and face tingle just a little randomly and ( Read more... ) -
Exercise 7
A Night at the Opera
They say April is the cruelest month. I have to disagree. April greets the world with all the debris that winter has managed to hide. But the snow-concealed flotsam is really just a freshly uncovered scab. The cuts, scrapes, and bruises were left long before in October. If April is cruel, it is the cruelty of a bandage pulled ( Read more... ) -
Exercise 5
accidents
A clear bag full of clear fluid with a thin clear tube running from it hangs from what appears to be a complicated steel coat wrack. Every second or so a drop of clear fluid falls from the tiny aperture of the bag through a small plastic bit and into the tube. Every drop of fluid feels somehow final.
A clock hangs from the wall; a square, ( Read more... ) -
Exercise 4
This one was damned fun. I like it a lot.
Guilt Fires
Jerome Juniper was climbing a mast on a rotund war galley. He looked down and his stomach churned at the distance below him. From up here the ship looked like a fat wooden bullet with bits sticking off the sides surrounded by churning green waters. On the deck he heard some salty hoops and ( Read more... ) -
Exercise 3
Alright, I'm officially playing catch-up.
She grabbed the remote and turned down the volume, turning the overwrought pants and grunts into soft moaning.
He looked over at her, her hip pressed against his, remote resting on her thigh. “Is something wrong?”
“Do you think they’re in love?” she almost whined. “I think they should probably be in love.”
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Exercise 2
I know I've been slacking. Forgive me.
Paul Strickler
Exercise 2
The statues, I noticed, were ridiculous. Huge, overarching sculptures of people I had to assume were somehow vaguely involved. Tall men wearing funny hats with maybe a sprig of leaf in the left hand, a stick in the right. They stood there, all in long robes, holding their sticks and ( Read more... ) -
Lobster Fishing
I'm taking Fiction Writing with Laurie this semester. For Creative Writing I posted all of my poetry here, but this year I was told that if you publish to LJ you lose first publication rights. I don't know if that's true, but I've decided to post here anyway. We're on week 4, but I'll post week 1's exercise for now.
I'm taking Fiction Writing with ( Read more... )