Entries By joe
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certain
I am certain that i love bacon i dont know why but bacon is so freaking good i am certain that i will eat a bagel tomorrow morning :D. I like chicken and fried apples cause the are certainly delicious weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
Posted By Joe On 11.12.2010 @ 12:19 am
lousy
It was a lousy day. The boss grilled me as soon as I walked through the door.
“Johnson!” The bottom-heavy voice boomed.
“Yes sir?” I remembered then that I had completely forgotten the report due today.
“Why don’t I have that report on my desk yet? I have given you ample opportunity to turn it around this past month, and yet you still disappoint at every turn. Clean out your desk.”
Thus concluded my lousy day.
Posted By Joe On 11.08.2010 @ 5:43 pm
radar
missed
I missed you. You called last night, but I missed it. I wish I hadn’t. Now that I’m away, I don’t know when I might hear from you again. It’s been months since I’ve heard from you already, but now it might be another year. I hope I’ll still get a chance to see you after this tour is over.
Posted By Joe On 10.28.2010 @ 2:18 pm
microwave
Radiation melts my brain because I stand too close.
Scalding hot on the outside, but frozen within.
Posted By Joe On 10.22.2010 @ 11:18 am
whiskers
My kitty’s whiskers stick out so far. As he walks through the hallways, they brush against the walls and tickle him. He starts laughing in his cute kitty language.
Posted By Joe On 10.21.2010 @ 2:07 pm
octopus
Eight tentacles wrapped around my waist as I struggled to propel myself to the surface. But his grip tightened, and I knew these thoughts would be my last.
Posted By Joe On 10.18.2010 @ 6:54 pm
telescope
Through the telescopic lens of my writing I see new worlds, worlds undiscovered by anyone else, worlds only inhabited by me. I long to let others immigrate to my worlds, and form a new society.
Posted By Joe On 10.17.2010 @ 10:58 am
sweater
I have so many sweaters. Or rather sweatshirts. I often fail to make the distinction. See, I always felt, at least as a kid, that sweaters were lame and sweatshirts were cool. So I always wore a sweatshirt. Never a sweater, although now I think I’d look more sophisticated with one on.
Posted By Joe On 10.15.2010 @ 4:23 pm
bear
I once saw a bear bathing in the ditch outside my house. I was walking my dog, Buckley, who has since died. Usually, Buckley would engage any animals he sees. This time he didn’t. I’m glad, because we would have been torn to shreds.
Posted By Joe On 10.14.2010 @ 2:56 pm
flannel
I like how flannel feels on my skin. It’s nice because I’m fat and it doesn’t chafe my thighs. It also reminds me of christmas for some reason. It’s a lot better than that gay ass silk shit.
Posted By Joe On 10.12.2010 @ 11:36 am
walk
Every day I’m walking, but where am I going — really? It’s as if the start button has been pushed on some robotic, electronic toy with a fried computer chip. Walk. Walk. Walk.
Posted By Joe On 10.05.2010 @ 3:52 pm
buildings
When I think of a building, I think of the Empire Building in downtown Edmonton. Where I work. I work at a Starbucks. It’s busy. Bah. I don’t want to talk about it.
Posted By Joe On 10.05.2010 @ 1:24 am
used
Used are things and people. Everything is used at some times. But strangely enough, if things are used it is not a bad thing. Using people is. I wonder why there is such a difference. Really interesting thing.
Posted By joe On 10.03.2010 @ 8:38 am
motel
He stumbled into the motel, clutching his bleeding arm. It was the blackest house of the morning. His mind was fragmented, his thoughts broken, his innards exposed. He collapsed, exhausted.
Posted By Joe On 09.20.2010 @ 1:29 am
involved
I am involved in too much. Involved in nothing. Excluded by choice. What else do you fancy. It’s not about me.
Posted By joe On 09.16.2010 @ 8:56 pm
punch
Hurts. Someone got punched. Add line and you got a joke. You drink it. Yum.
Posted By Joe On 09.14.2010 @ 8:14 pm
pouch
Deep in the pouch of the kangaru was a little ruby from the bayue. This ruby was worth killing for.
Posted By joe On 09.13.2010 @ 6:36 pm
den
I sit in my den hungry and restless alone without kin i breathe until breathless
forever I watch, I’m a lonely sasquatch
Posted By Joe On 09.13.2010 @ 8:40 am
trees
You can’t see the forest for the trees. That’s what everyone says to me, but I try not to listen too much. I’ve got a lot of work to do. It’s not gonna get done itself. Or is it?
Posted By Joe On 09.02.2010 @ 8:41 am
arbol, fanning, full, leaves, dry, falling, hanging, suspension, roots, rooted, branches, vines, drift, mast
Posted By Joe On 09.01.2010 @ 11:07 pm
rustling
There is a rustling in the bushes. I examine it, it’s a lost puppy. Omigod, a lost puppy… dinner… FIN.
Posted By Joe On 08.24.2010 @ 8:12 am
Somewhere, it moved. In the dark barn, Jermemiah listened to the rustling. He didn’t know where it was – they sound was every where. Then, suddenly, the straw erupted – and it burst free.
Posted By Joe On 08.24.2010 @ 4:20 am
fallen
destroyed angel reputation of disgraceful shame and forever longing of return to paradise and home and peace
Posted By Joe On 08.18.2010 @ 5:14 pm
made
An arm reached up, forcing itself from the clay. A head turned around, slowly. seeing for the first time. Carved eyes looked at the world for the first time.
A sandstone move opened, cavernously, letting out a roar.
He had been made.
Posted By Joe On 07.29.2010 @ 9:11 am
i made it! i created this thing, this belonging of which i have formed. to make, to be, to be made. it is as simple as that. or is it?
Posted By joe On 07.28.2010 @ 1:25 pm
sudden
all of a sudden i look and what i saw i couldn’t believe it was the very first zombie i mean me with my own zombie i have always wanted to see a zombie.
Posted By joe On 07.24.2010 @ 1:11 am
revolt
Revolt. To over throw. I guess its a word like a revolution. “The peasants thus revolted against thy king to take a chair of the Royal Family.”
Posted By joe On 06.20.2010 @ 1:03 am
