Big Stories in Two Little Sentences
Time is a teeming river of mud and we fish in it while trying to breathe in a flavor of soil.
The human realization is that the prey we seek in the water is really all we have evewr been, we may someday realize we all have fins and gasp for oxygen, we are so far just the best swimmers, that can digest all our relative enemies.
I trapped the spider in a glass tumbler, the likes of which severed one of its legs, creating a grossly disfigured monster. But I look through the glass and see: the true monster is me.
“I’m sorry about yesterday, let’s never fight again,” my husband tells me when he visits me in the hospital after the crash. What my husband doesn’t know, I took his car this morning.
“Where are you going?”, says the comedian. “To get a drink so you’ll be funnier”, says the audience.
“In my dreams,” she whispered quietly, her voice already breaking with emotion, “I was happy.” She didn’t know what to do with her hands, and so they shook, caught between inaction and desperation.
Time flows through me like wind through a flute. So whatever pushes time, is playing me between its lips.
I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus last night. Ho Ho Ho!
Never again i’ll start waching that stupid ugly box. Just because i’ve bought myself a new one.
He got his Lenin hat in Moscow, his jeans at hospice downtown and his duck shirt off a clothes-line where the woman hung out a medium men’s with long sleeves to cover the tattoos, so he could get into the Christian Free Feed at the Methodist Church on Francis Bacon Street.
If he couldn’t bum 5 bucks by 6 this afternoon he would have to go to the holy-rollers church, and find a warm coat with fur inside, and he knew the closet where they hung while they danced, screamed and spoke in foreign languages, claiming to be the Holy Ghost, all the cold damn night.
Lester was the guy who talks loud in public bathrooms, pretending he’s on a cell phone, “Yes it’s me, in London all week banging the blond bitch.
Hay I’m offerin 2 mil for the land, farm included, take it or leave it you mother-f, and you better not hang up.
Anxious to share her news, she ran all the way home. When she saw what waited for her there, she ran away.
For his writing instruments, Marcus uses fountain pens made from black ivory and blessed by a witch doctor in New Guinea. He lances the blood from his very veins to provide these pens with the only kind of ink that appeases their hunger, lest something unfortunate happens to him.
Sex is a word that was, or perhaps still is without bad meaning.
Only our filfthy minds refuzes to accept this simple truth.
It’s just me and this candle and those happy assholes out there, yelling their lungs out in the cold fresh winter air. I hope next year finds me here but with another person, a joyfull Number Two in my life.
These puny humans had no idea that we happen to find them extraordinary… delicious!!
By the time they realized it though, they were already filling out our food-stores !
We have killed the angels before they had time to teach us the following things:
how to smile, how to love, how to tie a shoe, how to pet a cat, how to forgive, how to forget. We are calmer now then we once were , because we have finnaly came to the righteous conclusion that our race is now rightfully absolete.
I’ve broke down and cried my lungs out after I ran as far as I could from myself to reach some sort of safe-zone that wasn’t even on the map of my soul. They say I’ll get better but I know they’re just lying to me because since I’ve been inside this empty, white door place, with no one to keep me company only the sun is now burning my eyes…
I saw Keith everywhere the next day, he was on trees, fences and his head was somehow on top of an electric pole, then because the neighbors love me they presented his penis to my father, but dad didn’t show it to me.
That was just the first boy in my life, they all died about like that and I’m an Urban Legend, thats known to be followed by spirits and murder.
Most female students interviewed echo the feelings of Matti Malard who has a nearby room and says, “I’ve seen Mr. Overton and he’s dremy, it make me excited being in his building, and maybe he’ll drag me to his room next and ‘do’ me.
My flaw of bad teeth made me a hermit hiding out in the ice house and then before I knew it came the end of the really human wold with poison death.
I did find Wanda in the woman’s prison, but you can’t call it love when someone is so very terrified of your teeth they sometimes wet their pants.