Wasn’t it funny that I used to joke that you’d be first against the wall when the revolution came?
Before they shot you I swear I saw you laughing.
Author: admin
Writer
Another day passed without me writing anything.
I wonder how long this will continue before I stop calling myself a writer.
Married
In the year he turned twenty-four he fell in love with four women.
He married the third.
Racist much
Oh Taco you silly billy.
Mexican gardeners – you can’t teach em!
Turban
Did you know you can make a turban out of a common household towel?
Fucking terrorist.
Excused
May I be excused?
I’ve got to go fuck up my life with no direction for the next thirty years.
Clarity
The amazing clarity hit when I was sitting on the train halfway to work.
I ignored it and went to work anyway.
Bell
I have a tiny bell.
I keep it in the freezer next to my peas.
Advice
We slept together twice, in case you’ve forgotten.
Maybe you should stop asking my advice on your next doomed relationship.
Struggling
I’ve been struggling with the idea of utterly destroying your career.
I’m wondering if I’ll be able to live with myself (I think so).
Tears
When I read your book, it brought me to tears.
Not in a good way, you understand.
Bite
Through various games I’ve managed to get all my girlfriends to bite me.
I’m plotting right now how to get your teeth in my arm.
Responsibility
Man, when you took me down from that shelf I thought you understood the responsibility you were assuming.
You’re going out and leaving me alone again?
Aren’t alone
All the dead pets of the world frolic in the afterlife with all the dead children.
It makes me happy to know my brother and Blackie aren’t alone.
Cog
Each of us are cogs.
No matter how big or small, the machine stops if we don’t work together.
Dream
Do you dream of me?
I dream of you.
Pants
That deep and meaningful conversation we had was just a ploy to get in your pants.
For a hot night with you I’d even talk like, pro sports or something.
Space dog
Until the end of time I’ll look after you.
My time diamond space dog.
Secret poetry
Her secret poetry journal was locked in her secret poetry box deep under the floorboards of her secret poetry house.
She died and we searched but all we found was a field with odd patterns of grass.
Clarity
As we adjusted the painting, her shouting directions and me vainly trying to follow them, I had a sudden blinding flash of clarity about our entire relationship.
I think she only went out with me because sometimes from the side I look a little like Steve Martin and she really loves all his movies.