Slipping through the doors to someone else’s private world is a skill some people have and some don’t. Those who do it well can do it undetected, and this scruffy man in the threadbare navy jacket could do it within fifteen minutes of meeting someone.
Let’s fire some rockets & firecrackers. KerBLOOEY!
I’m sorry, “stratosphere,” that this is all I’ve got for you.
The beat–of creative forces, that is–goes on. While debating whether to job-hunt or spend the summer focusing on my writing, I was offered a job stage managing. I’m ready to rock.
A young bear who effortlessly trumps the influences of others and who surfs the skies as if water-skiing while tied to a plane would be named Kit Clout-Kicker.
I think I already popped in for today’s word.
Clout is for stomping; clout is for understanding; clout is for vouching; clout is for speaking your piece; clout is for standing up for yourself & for others.
Clout sounds like cow and vouch sounds like vache. Moo.
Munch, munch, munch.
Cultists at the altar (Sorry; just writing what I think of)
Old people cookies, flavorless
When I got the note at the bar, it was neither signed nor completely coherent, but the handwriting and allusions were unmistakable. Time to do some more business.
Moving to Alabama ruined this hair color for me. “Roll, crimson damn elephant-tiger-eagle, ROLL.”
Lighting up the sky
Golden and turquoise orbs
Stars in incandescent, iridescent perfection
What am I writing? Can I make this coherent?
Wouldn’t it be funny if someone were haunted by a weaver, and the weaver’s loom were to pop up in a shroud of mist and loom in dark corners and alleyways and forests? I smell “Scary Movie 6.”
Throw a splash of magenta paint onto your white pants. And teal. And Indian Paint Brush Orange. Get messy. Splash some color; those white pants are boring.
Reaching out and hopping on like it’s a good old San Francisco trolley. Truth be told, going anywhere sounds damn good. Who care if I’m getting homesick? I’ve got wanderlust, too.
Creature I spy with my little eye
Anagram, Alexander Graham Bell
sentience but a lack of words
intelligent eyes crowning body
pushing through the brush, arms and legs like mine
range of words we’ve invented just doesn’t span this far into the wild
The creature’s a gorilla watching me with the same caution with which I watch her, or him…
“–mumbling, underthings tumbling–”
in the background. It was a room full of Niel Patrick Harris fans, but no one was paying attention because we were all peeking out the window to figure out the source of the sounds coming from the neighbor’s house. We were starting to think the real party was at their place.
Car, car, little go-cart! Oh, wait. That’s a Geo Metro.
Oh I’m a gummy bear, save it, type it, quick erase it. Don’t think; just type. :-p
The goofy smile on the face of the chick who always sat next to me and never had her own pen was no shocker. Neither was her dark sense of humor. The way she upheld her commitment to treating everyone equally definitely -Was- a surprise, though–and so was the feeling in the pit of my stomach when she pointed her goofy smile directly at me and asked why I didn’t know who Vincent Price was.
Anchors make killer tattoos–quintessential, baby. I’d like to earn a reason to wear an anchor on my epidermis.
What do you keep on your dashboard?
My friends and I used to go to this restaurant, Friendly’s, all the time. We’d order appetizers and dessert. We’d always ask for the four-pack of crayons and a children’s placemat to colour on while we waited. Once, my friend and I took the crayons “home” … except we left them in a shallow bowl in the center of my dashboard, and one cold night after a long, hot afternoon at work, I found a solidified puddle of red, yellow, blue and green glazing the bowl.
Suppose you were new in town–perhaps you just moved here to start college or something. You make some new friends or acquaintances or what have you and they invite you to a party…but you head over alone, and you’re new in town, so, just your luck, you get a bit lost on your way. Then you find something that belongs to your new friend (acquaintance?) lying, obviously discarded, next to a house or a car or a stone wall or something quite large that’s covered in vines; covered to the point it’s damn near destroyed. What do you do?
A tornado grabs and rattles and throttles. It peels roofs off of apartments. It is the primordial god of Alabama, debatably secondary to Baptist or Methodist deities.
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