1222 9 6
|
Birds fly and people
hurry in the wind and rain like it's a matter
of pity.
|
95766
|
Everything is on Time’s menu
|
160286
|
We were just as bourgeois as Bloomingdale’s, one generation past canned ravioli dinners with cheap white bread.
|
1308105
|
I like it best when I wake up
And the wild rain of dreaming ends.
|
135176
|
Lonely kids only want this thing to go away and stay away. To not be lonely anymore. The lonely, uncool Kids have learned to be absolutely Still in the moment. Who does this fall to? They Haven't read enough Vonnegut for your liking? David Foster…
|
928135
|
My sacred boxes contained this information.
|
194176
|
"You know what a hobo is, my young friend? Or a tramp? Or a bum? Well, I'll tell ya, 'cuz you'll meet all of 'em in yer life and it's a good thing to know since they are each one of 'em different and the difference is this. Bums sit around and loaf. T
|
175965
|
I am in the bad habit of telling people they are the scum of the earth.
|
1280115
|
The spectacle of weather/
on the prairies approaches.
|
1205116
|
Heel to toe, our bunions
are our ingrown medals.
|
91175
|
In the beginning there was salt
God licked the salt and said it was
Good. Then there was Light
Then Chocolate
The rest is just History
It’s no great Mystery
Oh, and Fireflies
Fireflies with Due Dates
Flew out of the Slice of Life
S
|
103466
|
Deists try to prove the existence of God. I do not doubt God nor evidence of the existence of Jesus nor Jesus' miracles. I merely wish there were more people like him
|
135665
|
Santa’s stuck/you say? In the chimney of course./The lard-arsed ol’bastard struggling
|
149866
|
Age Eight: Custody battle. Reassure your worried mother that it’s alright, this will give you something interesting to tell your children one day. Until now, life has been very vanilla.
|
99665
|
"If you are neutral in situations of injustice, you have chosen the side of the oppressor."--Desmond Tutuand all the animals are migrating away from us. That can't be good. I can't breathe and the moon is on fire. I can't breathe and the ground is starting to rise…
|
24876
|
|
201075
|
You ran so quickly for a while no one could find you. Finally, you sent us a report. You had retreated to the sea, you had your legs stitched together, you became a mermaid and were applying to join the school.
|
213546
|
Her husband goes hard on her. No blushes--he goes hard all over, not just in the assumed area. He could have Blip! disappeared instead, how would his wife have liked that? He has to make a choice, his captors are waiting, they don't have time, that is to…
|
166666
|
When she finally arrived it was like a cello playing inside me
|
171886
|
When the boy held the rifle’s sights on a living creature, his breath stilled and his heartbeat swimming in his ears, his father seemed close.
|
157966
|
My father was dating already. Her name was Shelly. She had a man-like body, buck teeth and red hair, a big forehead. I don't know what bog she climbed out of. She wanted to fill in for my mother, but I locked her out of my room. I just wanted to be sad and hold…
|
88585
|
I do not think it good that you, any of you, know what I mean when I say “MIG arrangement.”
|
97486
|
Mischief / has marked the bone marauders for doom.
|
173356
|
She told me one way to deal with it would be to put everything in a box and burn it.
|
110165
|
|
156066
|
What she didn't tell me was that her brother Carl got fried during an electrical storm.
|
133785
|
the emergence of the Beatles and the Vietnam War
sad human electricity
no buzz of any wheel
|
111365
|
They were self-contained, two nymphs in a photo booth. Maria wanted something different—love to spread across her face like a wide smile, a certain grace. Sometimes she had found love like that at parties.
|
138166
|
It's really not too bad. The personI am was me. We laughed insidethose sacred places at all the monieswell spent. We walked in the gardenswithout any shoes on. Not one singleflower seemed to mind. And now it'sa forgotten mess or so I've imagined.I'd rather you think about…
|
162676
|
The World's Worst Mime stood there next to the iron carousel, portraying something, and the crowd understood none of it, except that whatever thing he was trying to portray was not being portrayed well at all.
|
