It's been fun. Thank you for reading. I don't want to write right now. I want to drink beer with my friends and think about how big the universe is. Thank you for all the nice things you've said, I hope your life is amazing right now and continues to be amazing right up to the end.

She sends mosquito armies after you, chasing you to the water where she laps at your feet with gentle waves. She tries to impress you with those small purple flowers you like so much and writes you love letters in fluffy clouds floating in a blue sky ( Read more... )

The garbageman kept it because it had butterflies all over the cover. He's always picking up all this terrible shit, old people's things, immigrants' dirty crap, table scraps and papers and broken pieces of everything. But sometimes there's something that makes him smile. Then he picks it out and tosses it to the driver and yells, "Stick it on the ( Read more... )

Your uncle shot himself in the face because of a dead bird. Your uncle found it in his back yard while raking. Being gifted at abstraction and prone to recursion, his mind ran hot and the little yellow bird became every little yellow bird that ever lay dead underneath a pile of leaves. He stood over it with tears in his eyes because time was ( Read more... )

You didn't mean to google her. Your fingers typed without sanction, clicking out the syllables that you've hissed so many times while jerking off. You didn't expect to find much but there was a blog and all these photos. She smiled at you from the screen with approval, satisfied you finally found her. You've been apart for too long but she couldn't ( Read more... )

When you wear your glasses the stars snap into a sharp focus, pinpricks of clustered light. You can stand with your face upturned forever, or until the wind starts getting through your sweater, trying to imagine the distances involved ( Read more... )

Hit play again. Watch the 12 second clip carefully to try and convince yourself that the eager blonde moaning and swearing and being double-penetrated couldn't be your daughter ( Read more... )

All she ever talked about were skyscrapers. And the subway. Imagine, in one day, to be four stories underground and then thirty stories above. One minute you're deeper than any roots can go, the next you're higher than any bird, but you'd never know it because everything is glass and concrete and steel support beams as thick as a man or two. If you ( Read more... )

It started with a little wooden giraffe you found at a yard sale. It was adorable, it was 50 cents, and your boyfriend bought it for you because you just started dating and he was all into doing cute spontaneous things to impress you ( Read more... )

Today the grey hallways, dim and fluorescent, seem flooded with sunlight. The dry recycled air smells like freshly mowed grass in mid-April. Even your coworkers' unbearable chatter sounds like children's laughing voices ( Read more... )