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“This will fuck you up.”
Damian marched around the room, barely able to contain himself. He waved my manuscript about like a field hockey stick.
“Seriously, is this how you think?”
I nursed my scotch. Of course it was. But I couldn’t tell him that.
“You gotta get your mind out of the gutter, man. Let’s hit the town.”Posted By Paisley Brew On 12.18.2010 @ 6:10 pm
There is no you. There is no me. This doesn’t exist. These words were never here. It’s all a figment of your imagination. Electrical impulses flying through matter. What you perceive will only be a short burst of experience in comparison to the existence of the rest of time and space.Posted By Paisley Brew On 11.20.2010 @ 12:08 am
That kid is like a fucking camel. Just drinks and drinks and drinks for hours on end. And throughout the week? Not another sip. Not a single sip any other time than that one day, just storing it all, riding it out through the rest of the week. Right up until it’s time to drink again.Posted By Paisley Brew On 11.14.2010 @ 11:28 pm
I smacked him upside the head. He dropped his magazine and I put my foot on it. He reached down to grab it, but I wasn’t giving up his copy of Highlights that easily. “You know the trouble with you, Travis?” Took a drag off my cigarette that I blew right into his five-year-old eyes. “You keep solving the hidden images before I get a crack at it.”Posted By Paisley Brew On 11.07.2010 @ 9:43 pm
Sometimes I want to crush his little face. I’d like it to be smeared under foot, my foot, all across the pavement. And with the bits of his smiling muscles trailing behind, I would walk into the nearest bodega and buy a Pepsi, taking in this glorious fucking moment to appreciate what I’ve done for myself.Posted By Paisley Brew On 09.24.2010 @ 9:54 pm
I checked my tie in the mirror. It looked crooked but I couldn’t tell. The more I adjusted the damn thing, the more crooked it looked and the more I wanted to adjust it. This was bordering on obsessive, so I figured fuck it, if she doesn’t like the look of my crooked tie, the date’s off.Posted By Paisley Brew On 05.29.2010 @ 12:53 am