October 2009
A short tragicomedy in two parts
Part I: (Leon is outside of a large abandoned building in the middle of a seemingly empty city. There are several birds flying by every couple of minutes and a dull roar of vehicles can be heard off in the distance. He is sitting on a boulder which is lying on a circular clump of grass in the middle of an otherwise barren area. Chewing at one of his fingernails rather intently he doesn’t even...
“Greeks invented gays”
– Naume Trajkoski
Bits of stale bread
So I tried writing something, about my pathetic past couple of days, but my internet crashed.
Not once; but twice. So I have deduced that, for one reason or another, I am not to complete such a post at this point in time. I’ll leave it at that.
Wicked and Worthless
I despise you; do you despise me too?
Delirious Glow
I’ve had so little motivation as of late…It has become more and more difficult to write anything substantial on this blog. What is it about a dampened spirit that makes one feel worthless?
Every morning I wake up and I feel a little more numb than I felt the night before, every day my soul feels a little more transparent. This evening is no different.
My head is filled with thought...
Ode to friendship
I’m a terrible person I’m a terrible person I’m a terrible person I’m a terrible person I’m a terrible person I’m a terrible person I’m a terrible person I’m a terrible person I’m a terrible person I’m a terrible person I’m a terrible person I’m a terrible person I’m a terrible person I’m a terrible person...
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Story
This is the first story that I am choosing to “publish” on my blog. There is very little to say about it that the average reader will not find obvious.
It is a story for my grandfather; whom I miss with every inch of my soul, and my being, every single day.
It is untitled.
Travis James Lancaster
The young boy stared out the window during the entire length of the car ride. The seven...
Sons Of An Illustrious Father-Girl from the North...
I can't remember what is wrong, I've been happy...
Considering putting up one of my short stories. I have one in mind but I have to give it a bit more thought. It’s a bit long for one post, may have to stretch it out to two or three installments.
Anyway, I’m tired, have work tomorrow, and I just don’t feel like writing or posting anything of much substance. Good night
Shnoogins
premarital:
i now know where my spleen is, thanks to the protruding lump in my ribs. mono’s good for something i guess
I’m sorry, this sentence is awesome
Unhinged, unbalanced, unsound mind
The effects of late night coffee, stain my eyes as well as my teeth. The red streaks like bolts of lightning extend from the very epicenter, the pupil, to the outer regions of my eye. These bloodshot pathways extend, each strike leading to a different destination, each strike meeting dissimilar happenings along the way.
This winter wind has got me crazy. Playing tricks on my mind. Knowing all to...
What's wrong dear brother...
Have you lost your faith? Oh, dear brother, trouble weighs a ton.
About the Author...
I’m sitting here with the television on mute listening to ambient noise stream out of my i-tunes library. As the minutes roll by I am continually confronted by all of the troubles that bewilder my aching head. Yet I sit and I listen, as this soothing loop with a slight brush stroked, drum beat resonates through the room. I have no time to think about such quandaries yet it is human nature to...
Excerpt from Brigit Pegeen Kelly's poem "Song"
I can’t say that I love poetry but this instantly struck me as the most beautiful poem I had ever read;
Listen: there was a goat’s head hanging by ropes in a tree. All night it hung there and sang. And those who heard it felt a hurt in their hearts and thought they were hearing the song of a night bird. They sat up in their beds, and then they lay back down again. In the night wind,...
UPWARD LIGHTNING →
(via premarital)
Shannon, you are almost as cool as planet earth
Curse of the English Major
A friend recently asked me to take a look at the college essay that she had just written. She didn’t know that I was an English major, she just respected that fact that I backed her up on the idea that she had chosen for her paper. I really wanted to see her paper become the best that it could be so I asked her if I could edit/revise (whatever you wish to call it) her paper. She sent it to...
I find myself in this spot so very often. Sitting on this darkly colored, plaid couch, with my computer in my lap, struggling to find a way to keep myself occupied, struggling to find a way to release all of the thoughts that buzz throughout my head. I’ve tried this “tumblr” once before and got rid of it very quickly, I then decided, something has to give. As a writer, I need a...
“You don’t write because you want to say something, you write because you...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald 