A True Story

[verwey_time]

He was having that dream where he brushed his teeth.  He’d run the bristles gingerly across a wide grin-really more a caricature of brushing-then he’d lower the brush to inspect his work.  The lips, stretched into a demented and joyless smile, traced the dual rows of beige in a dripping oval of foam.  He turned his chin, keeping his eyes set on the

Comments

[elastic_spam]

you're alive! excellent work

[verwey_time]

Thanks. It's good to hear from you; it's been awhile. How've you been.

[elastic_spam]

Ah good, kind of unfortunate that vacation's over, but good

[cornball]

shane! i talked with your parents for quite some time last night...your mother dearest was very excited about visiting your sister.. hope all is well in madison!

[verwey_time]

My parents?! Where did you meet up with them? How wonderful. What did they have to say? Were they drunk? I hope so. I hope so. Anyways, Madison is great, except when it's terrible. And you can imagine what that might entail, or, at least, you think you can. But, really, that's enough about Madison. How hangs Walden? You should tell me when you guys graduate. You suffered through mine, it's the least I can do.

[vicioushamsterp]

hahaha this was fucking exciting. i didn't think people used livejournals anymore.
i wish i had something better to say
whatever, grosshole.
love,
larrrrrra.

[verwey_time]

Yeah, livejournal's probably a lost cause. Shoulda put it on myspace. Too bad I don't have a space. Too much pressure, I feel. We should e-mail, you send first (or I will). I want to be brought up-to-date for my arrival in May.

With Eros,
Shane

[verwey_time]

I went to a Jesus party on Good Friday. Everyone was dressed as The man, you got a communion wafer on your tongue when you entered to booze room ("The body of Christ"), you got your communion wine out of a box, The Passion of the Christ was projected over a wall in the dance room where a DJ with stigmata--I too recieved the holy wounds by way of a henna tatoo supplied to me by a friendly drunk man who just happened to have some on hand--spun thumping dance tunes like "It's Gettin' Hot in Herre" while all danced.
It was pretty funny, then the cops came. Not funny.

[jesus_h_fuck]

Shane's good-time Good Friday.

[jesus_h_fuck]

Shane goes to bed to have wet dreams about teeth. You should publish for Colgate oral hygiene fetish magazine.

[verwey_time]

Dirrty. That's all I can say Mr. H. Fuck: You dirrty.

[jesus_h_fuck]

What can I say, your the one dreaming about sloppy, foamy teeth at night. What else I'm I suppose to think?

Re: Dear Mr. Fartknocker,

[verwey_time]

Oh dear