I do it all the time
There is nothing wrong with thinking.
I think too much… do nothing
One falls in love… one hopes.
She says she hates the game
One gets old, one gets tired…
I have thoughts, but no words
The election just ended. Thank God.
The pressure in the room’s mounting
I’m going to a new place to meet people. 1 on 1
Pamphlet: How Poo Can Help You!
“Okay, so, if you ever happen to be in that situation again, fearing you might be assaulted by a guy, I know what to do. And I’ll tell you, but first, and this is important… can you have a bowel…
I don’t consider blog titles canon
… although in my blog, I do.
On pornography and respect for persons…
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, she thinks that people are MORE than objects??” — Frank Jagear, Oct. 19, 2008
Nablopomo
The plan: succeed in grad school, post every day in November. The strategy: just post a quote, pithy line, six-word story, or other simple thing. The execution: beheading.
Remember where you hid the bodies.
His notes to himself grew cryptic.
“Some days are better than others”
“Don’t Jump!” She bluffed. He called.
I become people’s favourite friend sometimes
“…I should let you go, then.”
An old flame in cold wind…
Just enough to keep me warm.
I wanted to write something snazzy..
But I won’t because I can’t.
I always speak truth to power
So long as it can’t hear.
I give all my inspiration away
I leave no inspiration for myself.
I don’t know what this is…
…So I am posting a test.
Too happy to be a philosopher…
… Too sad to be anything else.