Bring me my diamond bananas!
Bring me my ruby spider!
Intelligence & Sacrifice
With all the grace of a dying nation, she dismantled his machines and tore down his monuments. The scars, the fear, the damage he did, they will haunt her forever.
Telepathic Agoraphobe
“He’s just shy,” Grandma insisted, and convinced Henry’s mother to enroll him in daycare despite his tantrums whenever they went to the mall or to playdates.
Tell that to twenty screaming toddlers with simultaneous and spontaneous nosebleeds.
Songs
I’ve still got your songs.
I’ll never delete them.
Two sentence stories
Two sentence stories.
Much better than just one.
Motivation
“I’m going to do this and finally show the world what I am capable of, go against all odds and get that elusive prize I keep reaching for that they keep putting out of my reach,” she said in an incomprehensible grumble as she geared herself for the brave attempt.
Lynn was on the phone ten minutes later exclaiming to her husband Ivan,” Yeah and you know what she went for when she just took her very first steps, not mommy no, the cookies up on the coffee table!”
Work
Garlic, wooden stakes, holy water, crucifix, silver bullets, horseshoes and a blessed bible and I’m off to work!
Corporate mergers and acquisitions mostly.
Waiting
The one thing we’re all waiting for?
It’d be the bloody miracle, wouldn’t it?
Buttons
You doubt my buttons ‘o bread?
Way better than your buttons ‘o stupid.
The Scar
The long 13” scar that curved around her belly button running down her stomach was a painful and constant reminder that she could have no children.
On this wondrous day she carried a beautiful infant daughter out the front door of the beat up old hospital and orphanage, knowing that scar would never be a curse again, but a sign telling her that miracles sometimes come in unexpected ways and that she had been specially marked for this gift she now held in her arms, pressed against her heart.
Fired
Fired, fired, fired.
Joy, joy, joy.
Writing tip
Being a writer mainly is about lying well.
Start with yourself, move to your friends and then the world!
Sticking it
Will some clever people one day develop robots so incredibly good at fucking that each of us will abandon sticking it to humans?
Will our last days be spent in a haze of pseudo-flesh, a nil birth-rate and the collapse of the nappy industry?
Delight
I haven’t forgotten the look of greedy delight on your face when I told you I was fired and you thought my dreams were over for sure.
(I wanted to be fired and I’m still following my dreams, asshole.)
Winner
I went to school with a two-time Brownlow medal winner.
I could win the Nobel prize now and he would still be more famous.
Kryptonite
Twice in the same day I saw the t-shirt “Say No to Kryptonite”.
All this instruction is making me want to say yes.
Brands
Every single day I come to work and hear you talk about marketing and brands and building the brand I wish for a virus to escape a Russian lab and spread across the world, wiping out all humanity.
I want you to be one of the last people to die so you can really appreciate that building the brand really is NOT FUCKING IMPORTANT!
Snow Love
I have the tears of a snowman at the kiss of your sun, welcoming your fire with a scarf slipping askew.
When you go, I will be the space left behind, warmed but empty.
Staying
You know she is the one for me so you’re just going to have to get over it.
I don’t care little dog – she is staying!
Lisa
She protected me while I was young, and kept me in one piece, loving me unconditionally, handling every situation with total grace, standing guard around my wife when she knew my son would join the human race.
I found her late one night a mile or so from home, searching for a resting place, protecting me from what she knew would come, surrendering her to the vet’s tender and final care was the hardest thing I’ve ever done.