470 13 7
|
Here was the situation, as I recounted it to myself: somehow, I was trapped in some unearthly dimension where Baltimore, actor Emilio Estevez, and myself had somehow collided in a big cartoon scrum complete with onomatopoeias and clouds of dust.
|
118800
|
Dominic would show them all. That stupid "Welcome to Bessemer" sign was his. It was the pride of the whole damn town. No other target would do.It was the dead of night, and Dominic rode his bike to the town line. He briefly considered spray painting something vulgar over…
|
133873
|
I, the energies moving through this body, in this particular parallel reality in this multiverse, am standing out in the middle of the night, under only stars, and surrounded by the soft, organic shapes of a tree line.
|
111900
|
said you loved me
told some jokes
aren’t you dying?
|
1280126
|
I looked around in my pantry but there were no sentences I felt like cooking.
|
14742116
|
Tell Bono I want my seventy bucks back.
|
61057047
|
Dear Meg, Thank you for submitting your breasts to our evening last night. Your cleavage has been carefully considered, but unfortunately I've decided not to explore further. That said, remember that I am a fan of women in general; my tastes, biases, and opinions…
|
13391616
|
There were one hundred titles on the list. One hundred books that could neither be assigned nor put on a recommended reading list.
|
112432
|
I could smell a bold combination of cheap perfume, stale smoke, and sex excreting from her weathered pores. The bus engine hummed as we climbed a winding road. She scratched her neck and tried to finger comb through her knotted hair. I caught a glimpse of
|
1484103
|
He wanted me to learn the business, to become the son he always wanted but never had. I eagerly complied.
|
102001
|
The Devil’s laugh was the screech of wind. Ignacio Carillo heard Him as he dug the grave that would hold the body of his beloved wife.
|
134398
|
“It’s lost. Lost and gone. Forever. My love for you. I’m sorry.”
|
159452
|
‘Your hands are very clean’ she said to the furniture salesman. His name was Morrison. "After Jim" Morrison Pentworthy. His father specialized in Doors.
|
103600
|
Her friend had been drunk, and sometimes after two or three quarts of beer, he'd tell people that he was Jewish.
|
115011
|
|
140232
|
It was hard to believe that, even very recently, there had been first days of school where nothing happened.
|
144366
|
But the best thing about Rebekah
was the way she floated always
beneath the scent of woodburn
and dusty Middle America,
|
117900
|
Tater didn't like three things in this life: his daddy, his momma, and the stupid dog that chewed his jizzed on socks.
|
110155
|
The redwood trees were taller than dreams
|
158201
|
Jimmy Gollihue awoke to the howling of a bloodhound, a long voice from up the mountain, and the baying of the dog pulled a keening lament from his dream of the highway.
|
19252321
|
The debits and credits of life have been recalculated. You are not due tax; you are owed a trapeze. It turns out you have a natural gift for hanging upside down, knees to the clouds.
|
15261112
|
...even unbelieving prayer
muttered with quiet resigned breaths
can not foretell or forestall stains...
|
202452
|
Rowan’s arm burned and throbbed like the center of a neutron star as it went critical for minutes turned inside-out like hours. Standing in a wall, then huddled underneath the couch, she danced around the rim of consciousness, ripping at the seams of her
|
80500
|
I’ve really had it up to here
with people who say “awesome”
of things that don’t inspire awe.
|
119343
|
Last night, in a tavern called Wits End, we dropped quarters into a console, sized and shaped like an old TV.
|
125221
|
I can't rememberI woke up in the hotel room lying on the double bed staring at the ceiling. The room was painted white with one window, overlooking a brick wall, shut tight so I couldn't open it. The door leading to the outside looked appealing so I got up out…
|
222686
|
I looked around the room at the shit, the dog bed, the dish. Lights burst behind my eyes, knees weak. “Fuck…” I bent over and puked.
|
140776
|
Residual flashbacks; just tiny bright lightning bolts that flash in front of my eyes, just like standing watching a soaring bonfire on a cold and frosty November night, pinprick sparks flying up into the endless darkness of the night.
|
128611
|
Fingers fan like birds’ wings
cradling the volume,
head hanging low
and lips moving silently...
|
117233
|
I can't take it bird by bird because I have neither.
|
