Just got a piece published in the MICROFICTION section of Miracle Monocle. What a miracle!
New Project
I am thinking of making an illustrated guide to seasonal fruits and veggies. Yeah! Yum! Cool!
Things I Read In The News Recently
This lady lied, many times, told her boyfriend, she was moving out, took his money, left the furniture, went to jail but the jail was too full, so they let her out, she’s still around, and her name is Hope.
This one girl was American, but wanted to be Russian, said “The Russians speak to me”, even though she couldn’t understand them, but she danced ballet, and her feet curled, in inhuman ways, and she was lonely in Russia, especially at Thanksgiving, and when her foot broke, and ballet was impossible, and painful, like the country itself.
One guy got put in prison, for a murder he didn’t commit, of a blind man, in a subway station, and then he was in jail, for twenty nine years, they took my twenties, thirties, they took my forties, he said, he got out on his fourteenth parole, after accepting the guilt, that they were forcing on him, telling a lie, that committed him to a crime, that he did not commit, and he became a garbage man, when he finally got out, wondering if it was worth it, or if he should have stayed inside.
A man with a big brain, couldn’t move any muscles, except one in his cheek, which he flinched and clenched when he wanted to communicate, with a computer, which would communicate with other people, and he communicated well, because he was so intelligent, but people felt sorry for him, and one time he went into space, where there was no gravity, and didn’t use the wheelchair, and he was weightless, and unburdened, for the first time, and he was beautiful, when he floated.
A white guy committed himself to God, and did good deeds, and went to Sudan, and helped black people, and missed the Midwest, and cried sometimes, and got malaria, and got fevers, but never went home, and just kept on helping, and helped and helped, and is still helping.
Two authors got married and wrote books with the same themes, and Entertainment Weekly caught on, said they were informing each other, collaborating, perhaps they meant fucking with their words. But the authors insisted they did not read each other’s proofs until the end, and the wife’s book was good, but the husband’s sold better.
This one girl was American, but wanted to be Russian, said “The Russians speak to me”, even though she couldn’t understand them, but she danced ballet, and her feet curled, in inhuman ways, and she was lonely in Russia, especially at Thanksgiving, and when her foot broke, and ballet was impossible, and painful, like the country itself.
One guy got put in prison, for a murder he didn’t commit, of a blind man, in a subway station, and then he was in jail, for twenty nine years, they took my twenties, thirties, they took my forties, he said, he got out on his fourteenth parole, after accepting the guilt, that they were forcing on him, telling a lie, that committed him to a crime, that he did not commit, and he became a garbage man, when he finally got out, wondering if it was worth it, or if he should have stayed inside.
A man with a big brain, couldn’t move any muscles, except one in his cheek, which he flinched and clenched when he wanted to communicate, with a computer, which would communicate with other people, and he communicated well, because he was so intelligent, but people felt sorry for him, and one time he went into space, where there was no gravity, and didn’t use the wheelchair, and he was weightless, and unburdened, for the first time, and he was beautiful, when he floated.
A white guy committed himself to God, and did good deeds, and went to Sudan, and helped black people, and missed the Midwest, and cried sometimes, and got malaria, and got fevers, but never went home, and just kept on helping, and helped and helped, and is still helping.
Two authors got married and wrote books with the same themes, and Entertainment Weekly caught on, said they were informing each other, collaborating, perhaps they meant fucking with their words. But the authors insisted they did not read each other’s proofs until the end, and the wife’s book was good, but the husband’s sold better.
Wanda + Wonder Go Global!
Check out Forrest and Luke's music vid (slash male modeling session). Just got posted to an awesome music blog in Finland, Danger! Danger! PS I wrote the lyrics to this song whaaa wha! Find more on www.myspace.com/wandaandwonder.
First Impressions
First lines of stories I have written lately or will write in the near future:
- Machu Picchu was made of headbands. (Zoom in on above photo for reference.)
- Today the world reminded me of the world.
- They bought Bells of Ireland and a used red chair, carried them home on a Wednesday afternoon at two - he the chair, she the flowers.
- There was something dramatic about her drama.
- Lately I've been dealing with Deborahs.
Suscribirse a:
Entradas (Atom)
