Typing sleepy. Wanna ponder the world. Pondering is all one can do after a few paychecks. They just soften you. Make you gay. Now you don’t even care if you’re branded a homophobic. It’s just another difference in this stained glass global population of Asians, blacks, men, transsexuals, daughters under 18, daughters over 18, the [...]
Posts Tagged as ‘free writing’
November 6, 2009
Unearthed
October 28, 2009
Fantasy Genre
He got up from the chair and did some jumping jacks. The morning people stood up when he walked briskly in front of them and did the robot dance followed by a slick moonwalk. His boss, cussing, ran outside his office when he stood on his table and did a tapdance, then consequently screamed [...]
October 22, 2009
Personal Taboo
You might as well have been f*cked from behind and you wouldn’t have done anything about it, as well.That feeling is what I’m talking about. That sinking feeling of silent grieving over your inadequacies morphing into shackles that leave you trapped. You can’t even claw your way outside, act suddenly all ferocious and [...]
August 11, 2009
The Strange Adventures of a Bored Mind in the Office (or Writing Without Really Writing Anything)
How strange is this?
As this massive ball of earth and water spins in the seemingly infinite space of the universe, and as random people talk about new worries and problems in their lives, like random amateur photographers talking about how to score the newest, costliest DSLR camera, I am here in front of the computer [...]
June 1, 2009
Scrap
Someday, when the page no longer begs for my ink, when I can sit in front of the TV and actually understand what’s going on with all those explosions and visual effects, when my arms are contented squeezing a simple, soft pillow, and when my mornings are finally as predictable as a cliche first sentence [...]
April 7, 2009
Electric Fan
Lol fan, electric fan, fanning flames, ambitious plans. Open your eyes, eat the fries, cry like nothing else is worthwhile. Oily nose, addictive prose, withered rose and wicked pose. Fill the page as you age, let time get away with the crime it made. Hop from word to word to word to fill the void [...]
