1961 4 1
|
Cos I play hard that’s why. Everyday hard. You want someone who ain’t an everyday player ? Try our Closer. But ain’t his fault he’s always sat there in the pen, like he’s taken root. His number lines rely on the rest of the team. So he’s flatl
|
1961138
|
Steel beams. Welds painted over green. Yellow numbers of some sort. Old phone booths. Tags on the walls. I looked up and saw where bits of water fall down from the overpass. Pigeon up there. Washing his wings or something like that. Greyness. I was in a truck.…
|
1961105
|
Truth came out of it, a little bug that hovered there...
|
196186
|
For me German was a school subject. For Hymen, who could pronounce German but not speak it, it was a poetic technique or element, shorthand for what ails the world.
|
1961107
|
Newhouse returned his gaze to his wet palm, which he lifted to his nose with suspicion, sniffed again and again, then struggled to move out from under the growing stream.
|
196020
|
His mother was not an aw-come-here-honey-and-give-me-a-hug type mom. She was the kind of mother who, if you had some kind of problem, would suggest that perhaps it might be a good idea to volunteer (she was really big on volunteering) at some sort of orga
|
196064
|
|
19601414
|
Life seemed okay…for the most part.
|
196042
|
"I was hit by an Amtrak train and dragged a hundred feet, and I'm going to die from smoking cigarettes."
|
196033
|
Last night, the station played me a dream of sexual promiscuity that included -- but was not limited to -- imaginative acts involving....
|
196000
|
“Have you heard about Lucius?” The lawyer turned to the carpenter. “They say he's gone mad. Just gone; the madness of the gods.” Sitting in the barbershop were the former two, one in his forties and the other of his fifties; a gray-haired…
|
196000
|
Danica paused for a moment as thoughts of going to Avalon Tech changed to heading for Mystic Intelligence. She could not understand why she thought about going there.
|
1959108
|
Time to pull in the shining teeth, but it makes me so sad, you know I'd rather be holding hands. The others have told me, don't hold back, hit them with every white knuckle, and let them bleed out, I'd rather be kissing your face. It hurts,…
|
1959158
|
Effluvium is such a lovely word, so hey surprise it covers rancid butter, vomit, fertile gingko fruit trekked in from the pavement.
|
195900
|
—with spinster goddesses in the middle of things / circling looms.
|
195910
|
He was the tall, whippy type. Dangerous.
|
195900
|
that is a fair description of our family if I add the disclaimer that the girls are whores and we don’t have much in common.
|
195972
|
French pee runs stronger, less minty. In France the world' a pissoir.
|
195933
|
Don't feed it to the dog, it has bones, it is a whole goddamn chicken in a can, and I can't stress that enough. Besides one year you gave me a toilet seat for Christmas. I couldn't even eat that Ky
|
195900
|
Lighter-than-air flight was back. The skies of the coast were alight with colorful balloons, dirigibles, and zeppelins tethered to their docking towers along the beach, the huge aircraft bobbing in the breeze up and down the coast for miles,…
|
195831
|
When it came time to sell the agency—when the papers came for him to sign—it was a very bad deal. But he did not cry. This was business. He had gambled and he had lost. He signed the papers without a hint of regret and even pried open a case of champa
|
195811
|
After lunch it's vocal coaching: shrieking, screaming, crying Oh-my-God!-Oh-my-God!-Oh-my-God!, panting and face fanning. Next it's ‘situational training', where we pretend to be audience members on real talk shows and practice everything we've learned th
|
195865
|
weep or go stark mad your amanuensic fool will bury your words
|
195884
|
A girl waiting at the door, heart in a Ziploc. An elderly woman stopping at the bank. A bear in a screaming contest with a troop of girl scouts.
|
19581212
|
you were very very small, you were everso small, you were like – the tiniest creature, hopping about on one leg
|
1958208
|
Phoebe-Lou Adams wrote this of them
|
19582512
|
...fancy the idea of tapas, Spain an' all.
|
1958114
|
A wall of icons can be beautiful if you don’t look closely at the hands. The hands tell stories of too short lives and unrequited love.
|
195711
|
The drive back to Sac does nothing to sober me up, either, and although Avaline and I are ready to hurl, she takes me to her afternoon support group, “Lean On Me: A Place for Manic-Depressive and Bipolar Sufferers to Come Together.”
|
19571714
|
Tan my hide. Feed me to rabid / macaques.
|
