In Response
Before I say "I do", there's something you need to do. Grow up. Quit messing around with these drugs, and liquor bottles, and indecision with whether or not to drop drama at work, and get with it, Andy. For all things around, you are sensitive,...
Journal Entry, First Day
It's like being at a care bear kumbaya bonfire in the middle of care-a-lot, willing just enough to be there, except you're sobbing your eyes out because the emotional distress is horrible.
The Ego Poem
I have an obsession with myself. Unhealthy? Sure, but who's counting. Not me. What can I put in my body? Why do I feel people I don't even know are staring at me? I have an obsession with myself. I stay in my room, and bed, most of the time. I...
Sandy, Skippy, and She's Back
This story involves a few famous previous characters of literature as well as references to music and film. I wish to give all credit to the following: Stephen King, _Christine_, published by Signet in 1983; The Jimi Hendrix Experience, _Electric...
Untitled
Unlocking all the magic of Bette Davis Eyes and what glam it takes to make a pro blush is no surprise to the up and coming starlit manchild tonight primping herself for a beautiful date with destiny as time now stands still and all the fur in the...
Some Good Deli Vibes!
I like my job a lot. No, I am not what Gray Muzzle does, which is being a trial lawyer. No, I am a sensational deli clerk. I can handle that hard salami like no one can! You want a pound of mozzarella, sliced super thin? Then come see the stupendous...
Breath
Everyone is always telling me to act my age, but I ain't no sage, cuz life's the rage and I'm writing a new page so take my hand while we explore a new land where we may burn rubber in Pompeii or fry ice in L.A., make tuna cookies on an...
From The Voice Of A Slaughter House Chicken
I am a number xy-785 my purpose is to be your dinner youtube presents me in obvious torture and pain the truth is not close help me help me I am dying I am being pecked to death I love it I love it I am dying I am dying you love watching me suffering...
Little Hawk, Maine
"Trixie, you gonna meet us up at Buzzard's Taven or what?" asked Norman Daylor, who was covered with mosquitos and Old Spice. He was smoking a Newport and had half a Steel Reserve clenched in his husky paw. "Yeah, gawdamnit, Daylor, gimme half a...
Intrusive
Yes, there stood I, and there sat I, wrapped deep in fog and timothy, looking at THE BOY, now what do I see? Mountains of murder screaming to operate me. "What's wrong, Cujo?", a voice of recognition rings a small, blessed pound of mercy to...
Spot Poem
Fritz the cat-style organ funked-out melody sending all of care-a-lot higher and higher and higher!
The Cereal Killer
A fox with a dagger stabbed and killed an old box of Raisin Bran, stole her purse, and ran away. The End