1856 19 11
|
I describe mine as uterine-based hysteria or Sex Test.
|
185664
|
Gorgonzola. It's what she was to bring this time. Plumtree's potted meat. What it was last time.
|
185693
|
She wrapped her legs around him. His hand barely held the rope and later he could not have said if it happened above or below the water’s surface.
|
185684
|
I want crazy at my funeral. I want clowns, a petting zoo, fireworks, craps tables, male and female strippers, and a three-person band composed of old men wearing striped vests, black pants, and straw hats: one plays a banjo, another on tuba, and…
|
185670
|
"Do you have to call your brother a loser? He is not a loser and that was just uncalled for"
|
185521
|
“Your brain, your brain tries to make sense of things like this, specially life-threatening weird shit, so in my mind the grass was on fire and driving out swarms of invisible bees that were stinging us to death. Invisible killer bees. You don’t shoot be
|
185594
|
Where I grew up, you did not venture casually into ocean waters.
|
185512
|
[DO NOT READ BETWEEN THIS LINE ... CITIZEN!]
|
185543
|
On Day 1122 at 4:14 AM the door which has remained since installation firmly glued to the masonry behind opens and a man emerges blinking shielding his eyes against fine stinging snow.
|
18552618
|
Watching water fall in the longest waterfall/
becomes immediately tedious
|
18551911
|
It's been sixteen days since I spoke with another soul. I don't mind much, but I know enough about people to know most would think I'm mighty odd. Muriel, for example. She'd be pissed as all get out. …
|
18542215
|
The river’s not/
a river but/
a FEMA map/
of flooding probabilities.
|
185454
|
Her pudgy face, flour-coated and sugary and so life-nurturing in the past, had a different spark now, a searching look I’d seen as soon as she opened the door.
|
18541312
|
But by day the birds / of prey were in control.
|
185484
|
He beats the girl, stabs her 22 times, rapes her, then uses his fingertips to push her orbital sockets into the back of her head before killing her. At trial, he laughs about whether or not there…
|
185432
|
You call the shit in this paper news? ‘Dog Accidentally Shoots Man With His Own Gun, Swedish Man Bursts Into Flames on Train Platform, The Truth About Elvis's Hidden Extraterrestrial Daughter.' Seriously? Enough about Elvis already.
|
185320
|
Duh. It’s all the same sky. Instead I nod, and don’t say anything.
|
185322
|
Hi, I'm Harmony Korine. I esteem douchebags.
|
18532117
|
For my Dad
Happy Father's Day!
|
185351
|
The waitress says,
“That’s a memory,”
as the smoke dances around her head.
|
185332
|
“You wanna fight.”
And I say yes.
And he says –
“First, we gotta make out.”
|
185311
|
I spent the whole day at Oliveira's, writing furiously in my notebooks. The words came pouring out. Just before seven, Darrell picked me up. I grew anxious driving down to Parker's studio because it was in a bad area on the border between Oakland
|
1853115
|
i.More and more, for Megan LeMaster, each beginning was its own end. She couldn't bear to buy flowers or dresses that seemed too beautiful. Friendships formed, endured, gave out in a handshake. Each deed in life had an immediate, inescapable…
|
185311
|
"Ah, finally the rain stopped pouring!" She opens the window to let the sticky air out of the house. The colours outside have changed. The air is clear and the sky turns into light pink while the sun is drowning at the horizon. She takes a deep breath. The…
|
185241
|
She comes in with her white bag with its floral patterns scattered, almost accidentally, all around it
|
185211
|
In sleep their bodies drift between the sheets until they find each other.
|
1852145
|
|
1852139
|
Things don’t happen here, life is so boring in this little Irish town.
|
1852266
|
She was flying back in the morning, returning to a long-distance boyfriend I believed she had cheated on while she was here but didn’t ask about because I thought it would have been too obvious and somehow ungentlemanly.
|
18522118
|
When I died, she said, she was going to have me cremated and put my ashes in the cats’ litter box.
|
