As the light changed and exhaustion set in, Suzy and Molly batted back and forth one more knock knock joke to avoid going home.

The will to make/ remains

My days go the way of blind alleys and it has been so for years. Over and over, with the same men saying the same things in the same way. The ever-present rain on my head. Stabbing at rubbish hours on end. Watching the great locomotive rise higher, a little higher, every…

To most locals he was known as Jademan;

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In the beginning there was salt God licked the salt and said it was Good. Then there was Light Then Chocolate The rest is just History It’s no great Mystery Oh, and Fireflies Fireflies with Due Dates Flew out of the Slice of Life S

He also looked at the tv with a detachment he sensed was dangerous and the sensation scared him so he ran into the kitchen and felt ashamed alone in the hot room and trembled.

HARRY (V.O.): . . . Before he died the guy who wrote the books said Jonny Gossamer (a pulp detective) was a joke. He wrote it for the money, and it was all bullshit. Harmony (a fan of the Jonny Gossamer novels) ignored this. She knew better. I mean, who the hell was he?…

The meaning is the meaning of everything. We didn't know you any better than you knew your own self. We only wanted to say hello in a new language. Right or wrong, after that the brave meanings mingle and disperse when the lights come up.…

A hymn for her when his head cocks shameless.

Through the Walmart parking lot they came...

She BENDS over and retrieves a bag that says POTATO CHIPS on it. Her dress is vaguely sweaty.

There was once a girl. Her name was April. Her family lived at the edge of a village. When she looked out her second floor window she could see the forest stretch for days. At nights after supper she would lean over her bed; watch the stars in the distance and wish many…

I sat at my desk and made a list of all my accomplishments this year. I won the hot dog contest at Nathans in Coney Island! Well, not exactly.

I was on holidays. A hot day in July. I decided to walk to the part of the lake not seen on the postcard: a shallow end rippling lightly on a pebble bed. It was both a timid way of getting acquainted with the water before the big swim, and a wish to get closer to the hills…

This is just to say, she says, I´ve eaten the fucking plums.

Some guys get by on hope or hate or both. Some lose their minds, if they brought them in the first place.