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string a sentence together and you got a soundbite, kid, the public ain’t worth wasting valuable brain space over.

that’s what he told me, the day I first turned up to work at Truth Incorporated, and it turned out to be good advice. In ten years, I never spent more than a minute thinking up slogans, and every time the fools that make up the great british public bought it hook line and sinker…

Posted By tom On 06.18.2008 @ 4:22 am

deep blue ocean. deep blue sea. what a movie eh? ll cool j is insane these days. so fuckin buff and everything. jeez louise. he used to be rad as fuck, and now he sucks. just like this job man. no damn fun. 8 hrs of nothing. 8 hrs of sleep would rule man.

Posted By tom On 06.18.2008 @ 11:13 am

to me the word strand has every relation with the saying being stranded somewhere. It means being stuck somewhere, for better or worse. I, myself, use this word only in this sentence. Which is not to often.

Posted By tom On 05.09.2008 @ 8:04 am

the scent of him reminded me of someone i dreamed of years ago; nearly a decade. something strange and musky, yet not so pungent as to be called “musk”. it was a scent only prescribed to him. the whole situation flooded back. the tight stomach, the butterflies, the thought of being able to see him every day and dreading that moment, that awful moment, where i finally told him how I felt.

Posted By Tom On 05.08.2008 @ 11:19 am

I’ve got the scent! There under the bed. No, but it’s been there recently. I can see it now, those spindly whiskers scurrying about. OOH! I have to find it. In the closet, over there. I can smell it. The scent. Little kitty footprint odor spots. Your litter-box remnants splotched on the carpet. I’m coming!

Posted By Tom On 05.08.2008 @ 9:10 am

i just fucking had this word. i don’t want to write about cones again, you dirty cocksmoker of a website. suck shit through a straw, i’m done with this ridiculous waste of a time you call a writing exercise.

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um, can I have another word now, please?

Posted By tom On 05.06.2008 @ 8:14 am

coneheads ice cream cone that’s what comes to mind. conical, now that’s an odd word, isn’t it. sounds like comical, especially if you have a cold. except it’s not very funny. unless maybe you have a cone on your head. or on someone else’s head.

Posted By tom On 05.06.2008 @ 8:12 am

a level playing field for all the children to compete on, that’s all we need. We want the best to rise, the worst to, well, to find something they’re comfortable, he said with a guilty twirl of his moustache.

let talent prosper, and devil take the hindmost.

He was driving his son to his first concert, as he said this, behind the wheel of his giant four-wheel drive car.

Posted By tom On 05.06.2008 @ 2:02 am

I’ll have a dry ice tea on the rocks. “What the FUCK are you talking about?” Dry. On rocks! “Look buddy this is a bar not a ‘dry’ drink on rocks prank place. Fuck off.”

Posted By Tom On 05.05.2008 @ 7:25 am

I like to be dry. Being wet gives me the willies. I also prefer non-alcoholic bereverages. This gives me a greatter sense of security when I drive,

Posted By tom On 05.04.2008 @ 11:32 am

I once was walking in the jungle when I caught a glimpse of a cat. The cat also glimpsed me a

Posted By Tom On 05.04.2008 @ 3:55 am

I hear it, baby. That’s the new sound we’ve been waiting for! (As a DJ this comes only rarely. At first every new album excites you, opens some new musical door, but now I’m a veteran on the front lines and only the good stuff sounds out.) Hott 2 Deff by Lyrics Born is the new thing!

Posted By Tom On 05.02.2008 @ 7:11 am

Listen to the sound of the river. Always in motion, always changing. We were told once that it is impossible to step into the same river twice. Well, that may be true, but the turbulence, the motion, the ever-changing flow from who knows where, through here to there will always be with us.

Posted By Tom On 05.02.2008 @ 1:47 am

I thought I wrote about hidden yesterday. At least I tried. Today, I am hungry. There is a lack of food hidden away in my gastrointestinal bubble. Yesterday I wrote about pooping and its nature- hidden away in the bowels and in the privacy to which humankind has grown so accustomed. Today I write about hunger, the need for food, a burning desire hidden and disguised in the midsection of humankind.

Posted By Tom On 05.01.2008 @ 8:00 am

Deep within the bowels of the earth lies… the earth’s colon. Yessiree, old mother earth has to take a massive dump. And it’s gonna be a nasty one. No, I’m not talking about pollution or global warming or any of that shit. Mother Earth is going to squeeze out a giant hunk of feces and that’s just it.

Posted By Tom On 04.30.2008 @ 8:59 am

-sentence him to death. it is the only thing he deserves.

-Seriously, just look at the mess he made of that cat. and with a rolling pin too. the man’s a menace.

-I think he was on drugs and making pancakes. look at the toxicology reports.

-Oh, for heavens’ sake. just shoot him already…

-hippy fascist!

Posted By tom On 04.29.2008 @ 4:32 am

i LIKE LONG SENTENCES, i LIKE HOW THEY DON’T END THIS IS STUPID LIKE MATT IT IS GAY LIKE GARY GARY HAS TREMONDOUS BALLS GARRET LIKLES IT IN THE CAN TIM IS COOL MATT LICKS DOG SACK i CANT THINK OF ANYTHING ELSE TO SAY FIND SOMETHING BETTER TO DO WITH YOUR TIME BE MORE PORDUCTIVE THAN YOU ARE AT THIS MOMENT BLACKS ARE LOSERS CHINESE PEOPLE HAVE SMALL COCKS INDIANS SMELL LIKE SHIT

Posted By TOM On 04.28.2008 @ 10:41 am

United together in their long-sought everafter, the young couple burst through the chapel doors to greet the world they were only now permitted to tackle with adult confidence. Allowed – that wasn’t quite it, but able, finally able to burst open the doors to the world and make lives out of their 20-something-ness.

Posted By Tom On 04.28.2008 @ 7:16 am

union of two opposing houses together, this will strengthen the political situation, you must marry this woman.

but she’s terrfiying, she loves oatmeal and eats nothing else, and her favourite past-time is weasel strangling. I won’t do it, father, I won’t.

Yes, yes you will, or you will be disinherited.

Shit.

Posted By tom On 04.28.2008 @ 3:55 am

The awkwardly dressed 7th grader, one of the few in his class who still wore his shirt in the style “mother tucked it in for me,” sauntered up to the teachers desk and there read an unexpected word, incomplete. “How could his be?” he asked himself.

Posted By Tom On 04.26.2008 @ 9:22 am

raw.

Fish!

Raw fish!

Raw.

Fish!

RAW FISH!

That is all.

Posted By Tom On 04.25.2008 @ 4:12 am

raw, unadulterated talent is what the texan businessman saw in McNulty johnson, the blond-haired, blue-eyed idiot from Tiny Creek. A sort of rock and roll magnetism that would propel this dumb young man into the hearts (and bedrooms) of a million frustrated teenage girls…

Posted By Tom On 04.25.2008 @ 4:11 am

Raw makes me think less of food and more of sex. I don’t like it if it’s planned, which makes it hard for me to use condoms :( And I love when there’s a bit of pain, too. Biting is good, but I’ve come to like scratching a lot more, especially when it leaves marks all over my body. For a day or two afterwards as I’m falling asleep, I’ll touch the little marks.

Posted By Tom On 04.24.2008 @ 9:58 am

Climb the stairs and find her waiting there, she knows what you are thinking and your secrets.

Or does she? Perhaps she isn’t there at all? Perhaps she misunderstood and is expecting someone else. At the top of the stair is darkness and yet still we climb.

What fools we are.

Posted By tom On 04.23.2008 @ 1:13 am

it was a mystery why the body of that statuesque woman was found on the steps of the museum, completely drained of blood. Similarly, no-one knew why the old folks of Happy Smiles Retirement home started to get that flush of life back into their cheeks. But the cook knew.

Posted By tom On 04.22.2008 @ 1:14 am

mastery over your instrument takes time, unless of course you cheat and get the soul-graft that HendrixCorp are offering these days. but why would anyone do that, I wondered?

My unspoken question was answered when I looked across to the other side of the shop and saw a spotty fifteen year-old, ugly as sin, wailing away on his axde whilst three very attractive women watched his every ear-splitting move…

Posted By tom On 04.21.2008 @ 4:12 am

And when they handed me up tho the plate and told me: yes. Yes, now you know it all, little one, I thought great oh finally yes oh yes. Then I went home. I was the most intelligent man in the world. I went home and ate a sandwich. It was a very nice sandwich. Then I didn’t have much else to do for the rest of the day so I just stared at the wall for a bit. Thought about the sandwich. Good times. Gone, now.

Posted By tom On 04.20.2008 @ 12:17 pm

elevate yourself my boy, the schoolteacher said, his large and bristling moustache quite defying all norms of social convention and indeed gravity. it is vital that you drag yourself up from teh waste, the poverty, the simply human detritus amongst which you live your life. yes, I thought, but how can I do that when the drains need unblocking?

Posted By tom On 04.20.2008 @ 2:28 am

there is a familiar condition we are all used to. a condition of comfort that leads us to boredom. get out of your comfort zone and live a little and things wont be so boring, half the people wont be on anti depressants and people will be happier.

Posted By tom On 04.02.2010 @ 5:00 pm

It makes me think about thinks bursting. It is a pretty word. It surprised me that this was the word. I can’t think of the last time I saw something burst. It would seem with all the You Tube videos that I would have some recent memories of things bursting.

Posted By Tom On 01.09.2010 @ 5:37 pm