Um, alright… Blog post. Life update. I forgot how to do this. How do I do this?
Use this mic?
Is this mic on?
*tap tap* *screeech*
HELLO CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?
2017. IN A NUTSHELL.
Best to start off with this, as it was the impetus for pretty much everything else I’ve been doing this year. Read more
A blind man stumbled into a restroom at a nightclub. His right hand clung greedily to his groin, knees knocking together; his left hand clutched the base of his sheathed sword. He padded around the threshold using the sword as a guide, and eventually found a countertop to his left (the sink), a metal box on the wall to his right (the hand drying machine), and an empty floor space ahead of him, wide enough for several men to crowd upon. He started into the room tapping more patterns on the floor. He angled his nose into the air as he did, causing the sunglasses on his face to catch the ceiling light. Read more
A time traveler arrives at his hotel room. His name is Mr. Valentine, and he’s wearing a long trench coat, a brimmed hat, and carrying a sturdy suitcase. Upon entering his room, he closes the door behind him and takes a brief look around at the amenities. To his immediate left is a bathroom, his right a closet, and ahead of him lies his bedroom, bed against the left wall and television along the right. Directly ahead of him is the entrance to a balcony that overlooks a nightlit city.
Mr. Valentine approaches his bed and finds Read more
A brother and sister once slept in the same room. They did it naked, in ignorance, coiled around each other like twine. No one knows precisely what led to them being in that room. What is known is that they died there, long before they had the chance to leave. Read more
Wrestling Johnson pulled up to the movie awards in a 2017 sports-class Bugatti. He wore a shimmering blue suit with a silk white button-down, and as usual he filled out corners of the suit that normal men wouldn’t even know existed. He walked through a storm of paparazzi wearing a million-dollar smile, his struts long and powerful, eyes twinkling down at the crowd. The golden timepiece on his wrist glimmered in the limelight. His polished brown shoes somehow clicked on the red carpet. Read more
My friend Karl isn’t from around here. He’s from a place where the air is clean and the people walk slowly and the stars are clearly visible at night. He’d decided to come to school here so he could be away from all that. Us being friends and all, I’d volunteered to be his tour guide-slash-confidant during his stay, intending to show him why that was a terrible idea. Read more
The hammer clicked into position almost as soon as the magazine did. And then the murders began. Read more
A huge shout out to my friend Ben, who wrote this inspirational piece and gave me permission to share. You rule, man!
We will sit together
In the cold at daybreak,
As if we are not cold.
And in this warmth we share
Visions will be our breaths,
Illustrating our thoughts.
And we will imagine
That we each imagined
Us both sitting here now.
The way I remember,
Or the way you do not,
Does not matter to us Read more
I would bathe in flesh
If I could soak in sin
I would wade in lust
If you would let me in
Heed only my words
Care not for their timbre Read more
The professor wrote a word on the board. Then he pointed at it with his meter stick.
“Repeat after me,” he said. “‘Hyper…bole. Hyper…bole.’ Repeat!”
The children piped up: “Hypa…bully. Hypa…bully.”
The professor spanked the black off their bottoms.
“I have no faith in these chiljen!” he told his assistant. “They are all going to fail!”
The assistant looked at him funny. “What did you just say, professor?”
“I say these chiljen are incompetent! They are all going to fail!”
“The children, you say?”
“Yes, yes, the chiljen!”
The assistant wrote a word on the board. Then she pointed at it with her meter stick.
“Repeat after me, professor: ‘chil…drrren. Chil…drrrrrrrrren.’ Repeat!”
The professor piped up: “Chil…jen. Chil…j-j-jen.”
The assistant spanked the black off his bottom.