Showing posts with label creative writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label creative writing. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

let's go places


I've always wanted to say it,
twenty tigress' and a single lion, in a jungle,
go ahead and arrest
i could use a little healing.
no big deal.
grrr, what a tone
what's the point?
it certainly isn't this.
this will never effect a "successful" person, ever.
you want to know why? because it's not in me,
it's in you.
Pain has always been of serious interest,
and anyone who knows anything about me knows this.
A little time to myself is good.
A little relaxation is great too.
Four wheels, rolling, laughing.
All for a nice couch, on pg. 87
God, that's fucking comfy.
A, perfect, space.
Doesn't that top-dollar taste good?
"Cuh-rear" makes a better backseat.
Did I mention there is an asshole on that couch?
A smack on the face,
a huge laugh, "in your room,".
healing has always been the most interesting part,
except for that part on my left arm. Christ, it hurts.
change everything, why don't you.
please baby, make your tits bigger.
Run from that post to that post.
okay, now from that post to that post.
Get some fucking control over those vices, already.
Although
Take a rest, I'll be back in fifteen minutes.
The Spaghetti Spoon.
The truth is, it's all been a huge lie and you've all been fooled.
Feel better?
Things have been going well.
moneymoneymoneymoneymoneythewordlosesallmeaningdoesntit.
get me drunk.
get me drunk!
Two words: twenty foot yacht
"oh shit, remember that forest of dandelions? hilarious!"
we could use one of those.
I love you.
GET YOUR OWN.
You look friendly, so I'm going to tell you a story.
Court-Appointed Attorney.
my dad can beat up your dad
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
"I dreamt of you on a hill with an axe and a keg."
Put up your dukes and I'll lose. It's a given.
Fuck the young hottie at work.
Constructive criticism: not for everyone.
Orgasmic and organic are not the same thing, so please stop jacking-off.
We're all out of power cords, hunny!
Distortion on ten, please.
When did my hard-drive get so soft?
"That's where the party is,"
Scented candles, your moms best pie, and a well-cooked tofurkey.
Let us just close our eyes and pretend we're somewhere else.

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Recipe to make the perfect Andy

Andy

Recipe serves many.

Dish will last several years. Ideal conditions very from cold, dark studio spaces with little air circulation to fresh blue-skies.

First, you need a roasting pan. This dish is cooked slow, so no rush. You will need a long, lean cut of meat to begin. Something nice and fresh, well-marbled, with a backbone and drumsticks. Cook with the heart in, as well as the eyes for vision. Throw in some potatoes if necessary.

The seasoning to this dish is where the importance lies. You should gather:

equal parts control/spontaneity
1 heaping tablespoon of Gent (usually in season)
1 teaspoon of respect for elders and mailmen
a pinch of punctuality (not always in season)
1 tablespoon of flaw
equal parts street smarts and book smarts
1/4 tablespoon of responsibility (use sparingly)
2 teaspoons of sugar
2 teaspoons of style (mostly wasted on the Moonwalk)
1/4 cup self confidence
1 cup of reason (make sure it's not Reisen)
1/2 tablespoon ignorance
no added cheapness, it will only sour the dish
mix with 2 cups Olde English and 1 teaspoon diced Ginger (again, use sparingly)

Mid-way through cooking, paint on Friends and Family Sauce. An essential element to the success of Andy.

This meal stands alone on the table. Artistic in presentation, Andy will keep you full for days, and there's plenty of leftovers for everyone. Quick, easy, and reliable. Garnish with parsley.


p. 38