1331 0 0
|
It was a bright day in April, the cruelest month, and the gears and pumps of the train beat on into the still air.
|
1331139
|
Every year I have a birthday, and every year
another of my friends succumbs to cancer or suicide.
That's
a shitty gift. That is devoutly not to be wished.
|
133131
|
Don’t get me wrong. Maria Shriver is hot, but her angled face makes me think a knife thrower is out to get me.
|
133121
|
The elephant was breakable and I know that my grandmother held her breath every time I went near it, and I was repeatedly cautioned that it was not to be played with only admired. She taught me in her own way, respect for it. She may have commented on the green with a bit…
|
1331149
|
and you imagine euthanizing them if what she says is true, that she is leaving them to you in her will.
|
133111
|
the sour waft of a secret
|
1331127
|
contacts, false eyelashes, strappy open-toed sandals
|
13311410
|
It was 14:24 official eBay time. Louise had spent hours looking at over 30,000 items under “Elvis Memorabilia"
|
133151
|
At 19 words, the whole piece is a snippet.
|
133165
|
You're sitting in a darkened theatre with Gothic ceilings and one exit watching the latest Alan Ladd film with William Bendix and Veronica Lake.
|
133155
|
Some nights I want to take my father’s glock / and build my skull a sunroof.
|
13311411
|
Dear Brandon Lee: I know that you're dead and can't respond to letters, but I've always felt a connection to you.
|
1331117
|
...come come come come...
|
133121
|
“You think it’s a self-castrating suicide note or a self-righteous freedom speech?”
“Probably just the ramblings of a madman, pissed he lost a company baseball game.”
“Fuckin-A, Pete! Double-murder suicide for a baseball game? Ain’t nobody that craz
|
1331145
|
I suggested when we passed the flesh shack that we turn around and that I go in and say to the sex workers that the Russians are fetching $3.5K per hour in Manhattan and it's private, unlike there at that road-side shack.
|
1331102
|
Everything I understand / is in danger.
|
133177
|
These clouds are what I havewith me. Their language is minebut it is drying today aswe speak. I catch the darkeningsparks, but that's not to beyour concern. I am sure youshall go on. What I wantis to deliver your song. Idoubt it is for anybody else.Clouds are good at…
|
133185
|
Picture it-/
air not clogged with the shit//
that makes Beijing the dark joke/
of the developed world.
|
133111
|
The guy – it’s Billy Krazik - turns and aims at Jamie Stockwell, sitting there calmly as if he’s in the play or something and he takes two to the head.
|
133153
|
"All these people," Rammstein complained, "seems all they wanna do is write about love, and sex along with it, you know? And I think it's because it's all feelgood shit; you know, your sweet baby loves you, and he or she's hot as Angie or Brad, and…
|
133151
|
The roses ask for you when I smell them
They seem to remember your touch more than
others. They can’t bear it when you’re gone
and wonder when you’ll be returning
I am beginning to do the same
I no longer go outdoors to be with them
|
133043
|
|
133022
|
In the small towns of central and southern Illinois there lives a very indecent sort of man.
|
133032
|
It was a Thursday. That's when I found out about the blueberries. Those precious, round little wonders, now forever untouchable.I left the note on the ledge of the balcony, taped down so it wouldn't fly away.It was going to come to this, eventually. After…
|
133053
|
Just like real life before poundsigns.
|
133000
|
The woman tapped a dark plastic stirrer on the tabletop in front of her to emphasize something she was saying.
|
133000
|
"That it was my stepdad's fault."
|
133000
|
It’s the middle-aged jazz musician who tends to get lost in the shuffle; no longer news, and not ready for the marble statue-treatment.
|
133033
|
we ran that afternoon/across Bayshore lanes/into green blooming fields, beyond all those
|
133000
|
Lips to graceful curve, / Found a well from which / This dancing lifeblood comes / (Again and again)...
|
