November 2009
1 post
September 2009
2 posts
August 2009
32 posts
last thing
LADIES: Why all the hate?
In my opinion, if you’re not joking, and are seriously staring a girl down for any reason at all, you’re insecure.
You’re beautiful! We all are. Know who you are, and the fact that compliments don’t mean a thing. Only the ones you give yourself are important. Even if you never say them aloud.
We’re going to go nowhere if we continue to...
As good a place as any
Originally, I started this for rants.
Granted I have quite a few places to rant, including the lovely patient ears of my friends. Letters too, I write quite a few that my friends anticipate receiving.
Ok, so I’ll ask the question first:
Does anyone seem to notice that the internet and all of these little ‘blogs’ are turning into alternative methods of internet dating??
I hear...
I’m a little late in loving this artist, but...
He was getting paid to drive a truck from New Hampshire to California. It was a way to earn a few extra bucks, and while we spoke on the phone he described to me what he saw. It inspired a piece I began, that was in an entirely new voice so foreign to my own. I still dig it. —— Burning with the lust for adventure, he visits volcanoes in California. Legs swinging, he sat beneath the hot...
Bukowski's birthday is this weekend
"So You Want To Be A Writer" if it doesn't come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don't do it. unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don't do it. if you have to sit for hours staring at your computer screen or hunched over your typewriter searching for words, don't do it. if you're doing it for money or fame, don't do it. if you're doing it...
Fuck You, Penguin
I’m sorry, but reading this site cheers me to no end. I might even get his silly book.
Damn straight
Hi Kris,
Sorry for the delayed response. We got a ton of wonderful applicants and it was really hard narrowing it down to only a handful. So here’s what we’ve decided to do: We’re asking interested readers (like you!) to send us pictures of themselves (clothed), which we will post in an online gallery and invite other readers to view. It’ll be talked up big in the...
Laying on the sand, my girlfriend’s feet above my head, toes gringing the sand up and over. My right hand follows my right arm faced down, fingertips tapping. My left hand holds the book I’m reading. All of these sounds become slaps onto what seems like a hollowed cavity. I stop reaching and listen to the collaboration of my hand and her feet, banging on the wall of the beach ground...
Everytime I’m asked to remember something deeply personal, I think of the night before my father left. That was before he came creeping in at night. I couldn’t have been more than 6 years old.
My bed was a twin sized mattress on the floor of my parents bedroom. I was terrified of the dark and still they made me sleep on the floor. Unlike most nights where I would have been fast asleep, I was...
A lovely song to begin dreaming to (Sunbears...
The Boredoms (Star)
July 2009
71 posts
Udon soup is much more than a food baby
It’s like I ingest the noodles, swallowing them in neat long rows, and they line up in my tummy at a horizontal slowly melting as the slow burning fire of my digestive system incinerates each one. In the meantime I have to endure the little distension and feel burpy.
Tropic of Cancer
When I was 20, this was my favorite book:
“At night when I look at Boris’ goatee lying on the pillow I get hysterical. O Tania, where now is that warm cunt of yours, those fat, heavy garters, those soft, bulging thighs? There is a bone in my prick six inches long. I will ream out every wrinkle in your cunt, Tania, big with seed. I will send you home to your Sylvester with an ache in...
This is not Tits
I’m a small girl with equally small pleasantly shaped boobs, but they are not tits. I don’t call them tits, my friends don’t call their own tits, and pretty much no one I know here on the east coast calls them…tits.
Why? Because ‘tits’ is not an adjective. No seriously, its not. It is however, a noun. Meaning it can be a reference to a small bird, horse, or...
Beirut “After The Curtain”
http://twitpic.com/bg0ff - TGIMFF
I could walk these rain soaked buzzing streets forever. Hanging with the homies.
Running in Central Park in the rain is my new favorite thing.