934 0 0
|
He marvelled at himself. How his decision and the consequential action, could free him up, make him almost jolly, almost well. He didn't give a fig for his lack of money and inability to pay his rent, he didn't care anymore that he was no longer inspired
|
93453
|
The world follows me everywhere. I can’t get rid of it. I’m being stalked by a planet.
|
934128
|
Bogart frowned, said, "How do you do that?"
|
93322
|
(v 1: I picked up a robin yesterday. It was red and puffed and in the middle of the road in front of the car on the way to the grocery store. I put on the brakes and turned on the flashing red light to signal my stop. I picked the bird up and moved it to the side of the…
|
93321
|
|
933158
|
Effluvium is such a lovely word, so hey surprise it covers rancid butter, vomit, fertile gingko fruit trekked in from the pavement.
|
93343
|
A novel is an idea that has
Survived many severe beatings
While a poem is a homely thing that was
Never even asked to the dance
Art Speak, however, is the art of
Systematically overstating and
Re-inventing the Obvious to the point of
Distr
|
93311
|
"Take the other arm, Jonas! Take the other arm," I said, laughing. "Make me a better god!"
|
93300
|
The eater's pose extending the fork in hand toward the bowl wherein the appetizer lay readied. Salad, carefully configured for its purposes mixing vitality with pleasure which should not be differentiated, don't you agree? Colors selected for their…
|
93333
|
irretrievably we tell ourselves stories
irretrievably as beaded water slides off our skin
|
93320
|
When you awaken on the other side, you will see, I was like the swan gliding before death, and the animating power of her is willing and unavoidable. And you are itching, feeling an inextinguishable sexual desire, its nightmare ink burnt in your head, n
|
93311
|
"... A set of vertebrae disintegrate and a woman falls face first into her dinner plate."
|
93342
|
breathe out
somewhere a tree falls
|
93321
|
Once something starts, there is no telling where it will go.
|
93300
|
"Excuse me, ma'am? You wanted the mayonnaise on the side, right?"No one ever called her ma'am again.
|
93342
|
And when you come back, you work minimum wage and have water cooler sex and your face is no more than archives.
|
93310
|
|
93200
|
All of the reviews are the same, one star reviews with five star ravings. What the fuck do these pigs want from me, if not my art? Pearls before swine would be an…
|
93200
|
His hands are just like mine The crook of his nose The green of his glare Pearls of his mouth The soft strength of his voice Those diligent digits The brick of his build The grim complexion of father She fell for familiar A man just like me …
|
93200
|
1A voice scratches her ear: Come here, petal.Later: …
|
93232
|
Fire.Orange.Fire.There were orange and red fires but for the most part they were orange.Before that, I was just standing there in the dark looking at the streetlights and then past them. I was gonna try to stare into infinity and had high hopes. Due to much cloud cover,…
|
93200
|
Bald on top and wavy curls projecting from both sides. He looked at me and his eyes rolled round and round in opposite directions. He asked,
"What did you think of the play, clown hater?"
|
93288
|
Your self-effacement hid/
so much of you//
until you died and the full/
inked legacy shown in light
|
93242
|
When I returned to Brooklyn, I discovered some explicit nude paintings of a former student of Francesco's from the Art Students League.
|
93210
|
Mr. Townsend is a normal guy. He's been on auto pilot a while. When he finally snaps out of it, he's surprised at what he finds.
|
93200
|
Every boy on the boardwalk stared when she and Rosa walked by, everyone of them had their sweet wet dream about the Dominguez sisters.
|
93274
|
I leave the 29
to go after the 1
|
93211
|
But please, don't let me fall into any more smaller pieces than I already have, before I get to kiss someone again and really mean It. I'm pretty sure I've always believed in something more positive than just hate. I've …
|
93221
|
She was outside the house with one of her unlit cigarettes dangling from those chapped lips, she was carrying the can of kerosene and wearing a pair of red Mary Jane shoes, even her footwear smacked of violent drawing mystery.
|
93200
|
He glances at the other patrons of the café. He has the mix of middle management goliath and shy, fat kid at a school swimming pool. Neither fit comfortably but it's as bespoke as his suit, protective as fat. The arm rests on the table curling protectivel
|
