Entries By paisley
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duration
The duration of the flight was impossible to wait. Who knew what was going on down below. People were sleep and living and having fun and I was just sitting here. I could be doing anything, yet still I will sit and watch this stupid in-flight mov
Posted By Paisley On 03.15.2012 @ 10:57 am
pretzel
Bending like a pretzel was hard, she mused. Not everyone made it seem as easy as he did. With him it was effortless. Everything was effortless. For once she wanted it to seem like she could be as socially flexible as he could. But, alas, she would remain the cramped little person in the crowd. The person whose laughter reached no one. The person would would blend into the crowd. She was the potato chip, he was the pretzel.
Posted By Paisley On 05.22.2011 @ 7:16 pm
chocolate
its wonderfully delicious. I could probably survive soley on JUST chocolate. Its great with baking. In cupcakes, cookies, bars etc. I love it by it self. In my coffee, On my dessert. Any day and anywhere. chocolate makes me feel happy… too bad it makes me break out as well :) Its also great to share
Posted By Paisley On 02.14.2011 @ 9:01 pm
sweep
Johnny thought he had the move down.
“Just like Miyagi taught me,” he droned.
Then remembered that Miyagi wasn’t his teacher.
It was that dick, the guy who screamed and flailed and was putting on his pants when Johnny suddenly awoke last night.
Posted By paisley On 05.01.2009 @ 10:49 pm
glossy
shinig real true spinning orbit of silvery blue-green rainbow pot of gold for the taking only after the rain only after the rain the wet makes me happy happy happy so be it take the pot run run to me
Posted By paisley On 04.29.2009 @ 2:22 pm
loan
I walked down the street to my brothers place over on 24th. The building he was staying at was short and narrow, squashed between two much taller buildings. I walked inside, and sat down at the table as requested. The hairs on my arm stood up as he walked into the room.
Posted By paisley On 12.30.2008 @ 6:10 pm
want
I can’t believe my world view has come to this. Simple bullshit. Looking at everything I have and wondering what it is I really need? What can I clear away that will make everything visible again? In one hand is the kerosene, in another the zippo. I brace myself for the heat about to wrap around and shred my world to ashes.
Posted By paisley On 07.22.2008 @ 7:55 pm
remember
In the hands of fate I crossed the road, eyes blindfolded, hands tied, mouth gagged. I could feel the street below with each step I took.
Posted By paisley On 02.01.2009 @ 4:26 am
veins
I struck Verne a third time and he went down, crashing hard on the wooden floor. The boards creaked as I snuck closer to inspect the body. Verne’s eyes were wide, his mouth bloodied and locked in a horrified gape. He hadn’t known this day was coming, but should have. Nobody messes with my saved Xbox games. Nobody.
Posted By paisley On 01.15.2009 @ 8:25 am
dock
I looked for you day and night. Combed the beach. Swam out to the buoys. Crawled under the boardwalk and broke into the lifeguard station. I screamed your name at the top of my lungs until I was coughing up blood.
Posted By paisley On 12.15.2008 @ 6:09 pm
purse
She flicked the tip of her cigarette, a tiny bit of smoke floating away from those perfect lips before a big suck brought the full nicotine cloud back into her lungs. I wanted her in that exact moment more than I wanted four limbs.
Posted By paisley On 04.01.2009 @ 9:23 pm
bracelet
She saw me from across the room and waved, the flashing colored lights reflecting off her bangles and bobbles bouncing like mad off her flailing wrist. We pushed our way through the crowd, met in the center, and kissed amongst the wave of dancers pushing in, squeezing the two of us closer.
Posted By paisley On 03.30.2009 @ 1:56 pm
subway
I got stuck again. Looking both ways down the tunnel, there was no sign of another train approaching. I took a seat by the bench and dropped my heavy bags, the compartmentalized pieces of an overgrown pigsuit. This was my life. And the longer I waited to make something happen, the longer I’d be just another porker on the street.
Posted By paisley On 03.26.2009 @ 2:36 pm
locked
Smack dab in the middle of nowhere, Artie pulled at his straight jacket, pausing long enough to spit sand from between his teeth. He pulled back to rock on his knees which dug into the beach. Artie watched as the boat sailed off without him.
Posted By paisley On 03.18.2009 @ 5:21 pm
specific
Blast from the past and it landed on my shoe, a lovely little brown prezzie from some time traveller, an Elizebethan era being who perhaps lost control of all bodily functions when the whip crack came through and sent him flying over eons.
Posted By paisley On 03.16.2009 @ 10:40 pm
Hello hillocks! I will shave you with my lawnmower face into something resembling a sexy spotted owl. Pop on your oldskool skates ’cause when the shaving’s done, we’re hitting up the Roller Jam for a little skatefloor dancing.
Posted By Paisley On 03.16.2009 @ 8:27 pm
course
That’s what I said to her. Of course, we can get a dog. But as soon as we brought the dog home, I noticed it had some breathing problems. By the third day, it was dragging itself around on it’s front paws, wheezing some kinda gook on the Italian carpeting. We didn’t have much money on account of the carpeting, so I put it down in the most humane manner I could afford – six birthday candles and a steel-reinforced shovel.
Posted By paisley On 08.16.2009 @ 10:00 pm
keypad
Clicking away over IM, Kaycee and I had a chance to get to know each other better:
“Would you jump in and save me if a shark swam by?” “What? No.” “Why not?” “It’s like those oxygen mask directions. I gotta be safe before you are.”
Posted By paisley On 03.06.2009 @ 5:37 pm
vulture
It’s draining, to stay around locked in your room, waiting for the scavengers to swoop down and steal your possessions. Destroy your things. Things earned by working for them or stealing them yourself. The lock that protects is also the device that partakes in the destruction of a person. Look at anybody who has ever closed themselves off from the modern world and they slowly go insane.
Posted By paisley On 03.05.2009 @ 8:38 pm
classic
And they thrashed me about, tossing my limp frame into a collection of Beethoven and Tchaikovsky. I glanced at my shattered records, muttered an ‘Oh, well,’ as a boot came flying at my face.
Posted By Paisley On 03.05.2009 @ 9:05 am
trained
Sit. Stay. Rollover.
I heard these commands day in, day out.
Beg. Paw. Good boy.
She had me whipped, no doubt. I was her play thing, something to show off to friends. Nothing more.
But I wanted more. I wanted what she was hiding under that shirt.
Posted By paisley On 02.26.2009 @ 6:03 pm
install
“Take it out!” “I can’t.” “Take it out now!!! It’s killing me!” “The plug won’t pull loose… it’s stuck!”
Fibers dug deeper into his brain tissue as man and machine became one.
Posted By paisley On 02.23.2009 @ 5:36 pm
mental
The lives of little humans bouncing round the planet causing havoc and hating each other with war machines replacing fucking and loving and sucking down down the rabbit hole we go on a neverending roundabout that will soon spin us all into oblivion.
Posted By paisley On 02.22.2009 @ 8:14 am
I thought about the events of the evening. We parked. She stepped out. The bus came. Smash. Sitting on the curb, all blood drained from my face as I stared at the stain that used to be my beloved.
Posted By paisley On 02.21.2009 @ 2:58 pm
manual
I smashed his face in. Couldn’t help it. The code he was writing dug deeper into my brain than I preferred, so just before the last compile, I swiped his copy of Neural Networks and You and did the deed. Smash, smash, smash…
Posted By paisley On 04.23.2009 @ 1:00 pm
roof
My feet ran as fast as possible and if I had pushed them any harder, I would have ended up like my friend James, down five stories, brains covering the sidewalk. Breathing became harder with each successive leap from building to building and I could hear bullets whizzing by my ear.
Posted By paisley On 04.20.2009 @ 1:19 pm
blackout
When I woke up, I grit my teeth trying to get the scrum out. I turned to spit, just missing a girl’s head by a fraction of an inch. She was in my bed, naked, and beautiful. But how did she get here?
Posted By paisley On 04.04.2009 @ 3:59 pm
suspend
Stop what you are doing. Right now. Just stop it…
And drop your pants. That’s right baby, waddle over here with your tight little jeans wrapped around your ankles.
Do the dance of the penguins for me, lovey. Just like Dick Van Dyke from Mary Poppins…
Posted By paisley On 11.17.2008 @ 6:14 pm
convertible
“No Fucking Way.”
James stood in front of his house, jaw all agape, staring at the accident scene in front of him.
His juice dropped out of his hands as he ran towards the car, wrapped around a light post.
“Jimmy Fang! Oh fuck me, fuck me…”
He was distraught at seeing his action hero, the one and only Jimmy Fang, thrown through the window of a 2008 Shelby Convertible.
Posted By paisley On 11.10.2008 @ 6:13 pm
